CHAPTER TWO

I told myself I wouldn’t see him again.

That what happened at the reunion bathroom was a mistake, a moment of weakness, something I’d bury and never repeat.

But fate has a sick sense of humor.

Because on Monday morning, when I walked into my new job—the promotion I’d killed myself for—guess who was sitting behind the CEO’s desk?

Ethan.

My high school bully.

My one-night disaster.

The bastard smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “Well, well. Look who’s working under me now.”

My stomach twisted. “You’re the CEO?”

“Mm-hmm.” He leaned back, spreading his thighs, suit straining against muscle. “And you’re my new project manager. Looks...