Imela's POV

I finished the last piece of the file before me with a heavily beating heart, and I shut the file and cleared my desk. I grabbed my bag and rose to my feet, done for the rest of the day. There was only one thing on my mind: the birthday party Oliver was throwing me tonight. He kept me up last night with his sweet talks. I couldn't tell him his voice had turned me on; his voice had done that to me many times in the past week. He had promised me my present on my birthday, and so I took solace in that, counting down to...