Chloe’s POV

“Karen?”

Ryan’s voice came through the half-open office door, low and distracted. I stood in the quiet hallway wearing my twin’s black tailored jacket over the red lace lingerie I’d put on for an anniversary that never happened. The half-mask covered the upper half of my face. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it between my legs.

I pushed the door wider and stepped inside.

He sat behind a wide oak desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, papers scattered. The desk lamp was the only light. It caught the sharp line of his jaw and the way his dark hair fell a little messy over...