“Get on with it, then,” I snap. Victor’s mouth twitches with amusement, and god, that just makes me want to beat his chest and howl. How dare he be so composed right now? Level-headed and sane, when I’m bursting at the seams?

Such bullshit.

“You’re like a maelstrom,” Victor murmurs, carrying me behind the desk and finally setting me down on the hard surface. Are there normally papers here, or a laptop? My fevered brain can’t remember for sure, but the idea of Victor clearing this space so he can spread me out on it is pleasing.

Yeah, screw his work! I’m here now. I could purr.

“This coat,” Victor...