Chapter 134. We Handled Things Together

Tristan

Thirty minutes later, we were both disheveled and trying to make ourselves look presentable again.

"You said you'd be quick," I muttered, tucking my shirt back into my pants and running a hand through my hair.

"I tried," she said, her voice still breathless as she smoothed down her skirt and then her hair. "It's not my fault you're so good at what you do."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Even in the middle of this crazy situation, she could still make me smile. Still make my chest feel warm and full.

"Go back to your office," I said, straightening my collar one last time "We need to at least pretend we were working."

She nodded and unlocked the door, peeking out into the hallway like some kind of spy. 

When she was satisfied the coast was clear, she slipped out, but not before throwing me one last heated look over her shoulder.

I watched her go, then collapsed into my office chair with a groan. My body