By the time she finally shut down her laptop and grabbed her things, the office was already dark and eerily silent, with most of the lights turned off. It had been a grueling day, and all Fara wanted was to head home or better yet, unwind at the spa.
In the elevator down to the basement, she reserved a VIP room at her favorite 24-hour spa. It had been ages since she'd treated herself to something relaxing, and after dealing with Ziggy's antics all day, she more than deserved it.
Speaking of Ziggy … the moment the elevator doors slid open, there he was, sitting on the hood of her car like he owned the place. He was smoking, the faint glow of his cigarette illuminating his chiseled features. Ziggy raised a hand in a casual wave when he saw her.
Fara sighed deeply. Of course, he couldn't just go home like a normal person. What did he want now?
"Get off my car!" she snapped as she walked toward him.
