Chapter 33

As soon as we got back to the room, I chucked my jacket on the chair, feeling the weight of the day settle into my bones. I didn't look at Millie, but I could feel her presence beside me as we entered, and I needed a shower. Something to clear my head and focus my thoughts because right now, they were all over the place.

"I'm gonna hit the bathroom," I said, though it was more for myself than for her.

"Sure," Millie replied absently, already drifting toward her side of the room.

I disappeared into the bathroom, letting the steam rise as I stepped under the hot water. My mind kept circling back to the mess I was in—the two-week deadline, the weight of my grandfather's legacy on my shoulders, the shareholders. Then there was Millie. The picture of her in her underwear from earlier still loomed, vivid and frustrating. She didn't have any idea how much she messed with my head, and it was getting harder and harder to ke