Mara's POV

I wasn’t expecting to see him in my office.

The door had barely closed behind me before my gaze locked on the tall figure standing near my desk, his back half-turned, one hand braced against the glass wall as though he’d been pacing.

For a second, I simply stood there.

“What are you doing here?” The question stayed lodged in my throat, refusing to come out.

My pulse stumbled, heat rushing to my face without warning. My mind betrayed me, drifting to the suite. To the way his eyes had lingered when he’d seen me bare and unguarded. My skin felt suddenly exposed again, as though memory alone...