End of Flashback
Selena's cheeks burned even now at the memory.
She had accepted the arrangement, telling herself that being his bedmate was enough—that one day he might crave her the way she craved him.
She had endured the clinical sex, the emotionless commands, the way he used her body without ever truly seeing her.
But today, watching him care for another woman with such instinctive gentleness… it shattered something inside her.
She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, thighs pressing together as fresh embarrassment flooded her.
Even after nearly two years of sharing his bed, he had never carried her. Never cleaned up after her. Never looked at her with anything close to the storm she had glimpsed in his eyes when he looked at Isabelle.
So he was capable of it… just not with her.
The documents in her lap suddenly felt heavy and pointless. She was here as his secretary, yet she felt like an intruder.
