As I place my phone and purse in the bottom drawer of my desk, there is a tap on my open office door, and I look up. It takes about five whole seconds for me to register who is standing next to Katy, and when I do, I urge myself not to pass out.

I tried to convince myself that I would be okay if I ever saw Clay again after that kiss but it’s obvious that I’m not, not even a little. My heart pounds, my palms start to sweat and my nipples pebble in response to his nearness and the memory of how good it felt having his mouth on me.

“Willow, this is Mr. Raven.” Katy introduces, placing her hand on Clay’s bicep while looking up at him like he’s a world-famous movie star.

“Thank you, Katy.” Clay tucks one hand into the front pocket of his suit pants and smiles at her. “Miss Mayson and I know each other.”

“Oh.” Katy looks at me.

“It’s a small world.” I stand up without pushing my chair back, which means I hit both my thighs on the underside of my desk then fall back into my chair.

“Are you okay?” Clay asks.

I wave off his concern. “Yep, fine just fine.”

“Are you sure?” Katy asks as I rub the tops of my thighs.

“Yes, just having a little bad luck the last few days.”

“Well, let me know if you need anything, I’ll be in my office,” she tells me then looks up at Clay. “It was very nice meeting you Mr. Raven and if you need anything at all be sure to let me know.”

“Clay.” He holds out his hand and she takes it.

“Clay,” she repeats, sounding breathless as she looks into his eyes.

“Thank you, Katy.” I say a little louder than I need to, and she jumps slightly and blushes as he lets her hand go.

“Right, yes. I’ll be in my office.” She leaves, shutting the door, and I stare at Clay trying to ignore the fact that I just got jealous of him touching another woman’s hand.

“Mouse,” he says, unbuttoning the button on his suit jacket.

“What are you doing here?”

“Chasing you, like always.” He walks toward me, and a nervous flutter fills the pit of my stomach.

“You came to my job?”

“You can’t run from me if I’m here as a client.” He takes a seat in the chair across from me and leans back, placing his ankle on the top of his knee, getting comfortable. “And since we need to have a conversation, I figured this would be the best place to do that.”

“Katy is going to be very disappointed that you won’t be banking with us.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Katy.”

I press my lips together.

“You wanna know the most important thing I learned growing up?”

I lift my chin and his eyes bore into mine.

“That if you want something, you have to fight for it and if it comes easy it was probably too fucking good to be true to begin with.” He lets his foot fall to the floor as he sits forward.