I stayed.

At 8:03 the executive floor was completely empty. The only light in Adrian Kane’s office came from the city glowing through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the single lamp on his desk. I stepped inside. He was already standing near the glass, jacket off, sleeves rolled. When he heard the door, he turned.

“Lock it,” he said.

I turned the lock. The soft click sounded too loud in the quiet room.

Adrian walked toward me without another word. The moment he reached me, one hand wrapped around the back of my neck and the other gripped my waist, pulling me hard against him. His mouth claimed mine in a...