"Feeling better?"
Daemon's quiet question in the storage empty of any other life made Evelyn smile, before she slapped his chest to display the full extent of her dissatisfaction.
She glared at him, even though softly, and spoke in the same quiet voice to match the dim atmosphere:
"We agreed to remain professional at work."
"I don't remember agreeing."
Now that she thought about it, Daemon was telling the truth. She could not even protest, but the roguish and self-assured way he responded made Evelyn roll her eyes. Now she understood why despite having an assistant, Daemon made her come to the isolated corner of the office.
She pouted, and turned her head to the side:
"Now that you have had your fill, I need to get back to work. A certain CEO is waiting for the copied document he asked for."
