Falling For Him Again

Susan

When I woke up, the sun's rays were sneaking through the curtains, illuminating Elliot's bedroom. My body felt heavy and… sore. Oh God. Memories of last night flashed through my mind like a steamy montage I wished I could forget but couldn’t. My cheeks burned as I turned to see him beside me, sleeping soundly with his arm draped over my waist.

I bit my lip, trying not to panic, but panic was brewing anyway. What the hell did I just do? My chest tightened with embarrassment. What was worse? The fact that I had let myself lose control or that it had been with Elliot Prescott?

Trying to move carefully, I slipped out of his grasp, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and tiptoed to the bathroom. After splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"What are you doing, Susan?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "This is dangerous. This man could ruin you if you're not careful."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t just about me anymore; my career, my responsibilities, my pride—all of it was at stake.

Once I stepped back into the room, Elliot was awake, leaning against the headboard with a lazy, devilish smirk that only made my heart race more.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction.

"Morning," I replied, keeping my voice neutral. My heart threatened to hammer out of my chest, but I needed to regain control. "About last night..."

His brows lifted in amusement. "What about it?"

I swallowed hard. "It… it was a mistake," I stammered. His smirk faltered, but I pressed on. "It can't happen again. We work together. It’s unprofessional, and—"

His eyes darkened, and he tilted his head slightly, studying me like he could see past my weak facade.

"If that’s how you feel," he said quietly, his tone unreadable.

I nodded quickly, ignoring the pang of guilt that settled in my chest. "And you won’t tell anyone, right? This has to stay between us. Please."

Elliot’s gaze softened, and he let out a small, humorless chuckle. "If that’s what you want, Susan. Your secret’s safe with me."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me, but it was short-lived. His nonchalance stung more than it should have. I grabbed my belongings and got dressed in the bathroom, trying not to overthink the look he gave me before I left his apartment.

**

The next morning, I walked into Prescott Industries with a mission: to bury the memory of last night and focus on my work. But as I approached my old office, I froze in my tracks.

"What the—?"

My office was gone. Well, not gone, but moved—relocated to the far corner of the executive floor. I hesitated, peering into the space, and my jaw dropped.

It was… transformed.

The sleek, modern desk, the plush office chair, the freshly painted walls, and the stunning view of the city—all of it was straight out of a luxury catalog. My name was embossed in gold on a nameplate sitting proudly on the desk.

I blinked, taking a step inside.

"Good morning, Miss Hart," a voice said behind me, startling me. I turned to see one of the assistants smiling politely. "Mr. Prescott insisted the space be customized to suit your preferences. If there’s anything else you need, just let us know."

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. For a moment, I just stood there, my mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"Of course he did," I muttered under my breath.

Sinking into the luxurious chair, I let out an incredulous laugh. After everything that had happened, this was the cherry on top. Did Elliot think this would make me feel better about what we’d done? Did he think a shiny new office would solve everything?

I shook my head, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. It was infuriating, over-the-top, and absolutely him.

As much as I hated to admit it, I felt a twinge of something else, too. Something warm and unfamiliar.

“Keep it together, Susan,” I whispered to myself.

But as I ran my fingers over the smooth desk, the memory of Elliot’s touch and the way he’d looked at me last night crept back into my mind, making it impossible to focus.

For better or worse, Elliot Prescott was starting to get under my skin.

And I'm starting to fall for him again.