Amelia sat at her desk, typing away restlessly. She stifled a yawn and quickly took another swig of her bitter black coffee. Her dark eye rings were extra heavy today, all thanks to the stunt her new employer did last night.
If she had any idea what would happen in Matteo's house, she would have just taken her chances and stayed at the police station instead― the police station wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but she would not have spent the night tossing and turning over Matteo's words.
'Perhaps you would like to volunteer?'
Why on earth would he say something as outrageous as that?
Her cheeks colored as his words swam through her mind, leaving confused desire in their wake.
Back then, she had squeaked and hastily put as much distance between them as possible, sleeping at the furthest end of the bed that one tiny roll would have sent her plummeting down to the floor.
