Chapter 5

At 7 a.m., I stood outside the company building, holding two breakfasts and texting Fawn with barely concealed annoyance. [Your breakfast is here, Mr. Locke.]

The forehead kiss last night kept me tossing and turning until 3 a.m. Now my dark circles were almost sliding down to my chin.

The elevator doors slid open, and I nearly crushed the nut milk in my hand. Ethan stood inside, impeccably dressed in a suit. His eyes lit up when he saw me. "Morning."

I stepped in, handing him the breakfast bag. "Your omelet with two eggs and no mushrooms."

He took the…