HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT

Veil moved with Anders throughout his day, filling him in on his meetings and taking down notes where necessary. Although it was purely professional to the onlooker, a thick sexual permeated the air, hanging above their heads and strengthening with every move they made.

It showed in the smallest things, like their reaching for the pen case at the same time, their hands brushing, and the zing of electricity making them pull back in the blink of an eye. It was in the way she tried so hard not to look into his eyes, settling for staring at the spot above his head each time he addressed her.

And to the best of his ability, Anders tried not to talk to her directly. He sent her emails, and she responded through the same means, curt and brief. She hated that their relationship had been reduced to barked commands and typed words, but Veil had promised herself that this was all it was ever going to be.

Anders had just wrapped up the meeting with his Board of Directors, spurred by Veil's remi