Michael's POV
Allyson stood before me, her fingers wrapped around the door frame like she was considering whether to shut me out completely.
Her eyes went wide, her mouth falling open slightly, and I caught it - that flash of surprise, the uncertainty, the way she had to swallow before she could find her voice.
"Mr. Jade..." The words came out controlled, but her face betrayed her. "What are you doing here?"
Mr. Jade.
Professional. Distant. As if I were nothing more than her employer. As if I hadn't felt her body arch beneath mine, hadn't heard her whisper my name like a prayer.
I had earned that coldness.
Without answering her question, I moved forward, applying just enough pressure to the door that she had to step back.
She retreated, but barely - more like a dare than submission.
She wore an oversized shirt that skimmed her thighs, her legs completely bare. Her hair was pulled into a careless knot, with soft pieces escaping around her face.
