"The subway was stalled, Mr. Thorne. I’ll make up the time," she replied, her voice smooth but firm.
Elena didn't pull away. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. "Maybe you didn't need a miracle, Julian. You just needed a reason to wake up."
"You're late, Miss Vance," Julian said, not looking up from his tablet.
She wasn’t supposed to be there. She was a temporary replacement for his executive assistant, a woman with eyes the color of a stormy sea and a spirit that didn’t flinch when he barked orders.