The pain was familiar.
And as her eyes drifted closed...
There was no darkness this time.
But just the most comfortable, blinding streak of light.
I’m ready to go home, God.
Chapter Eight
"MS. SINCLAIR?"
The voice had Payton shaking her head as she raised her hand and got to her feet. “T-That’s me.”
How very strange.
She knew she couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep while waiting for her name to be called, but why did she feel like she was waking up from a really long dream?
The woman who had called Payton’s name introduced herself as Nellie. “I work as Mr. de Vindice’s EA. Fairscale employs a rather large workforce, but Mr. de Vindice prefers to work with a small team and then delegate everything else.” Nellie opened the door to her boss’s office. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
Payton took a deep breath before entering.
“Take a seat, please.”
She rushed forward, stumbled, then quickly straightened.
“I’m okay!”
She got to her seat and when she finally looked up—
Oh!
This man was, well...beautiful.
Black hair.
Golden eyes.
And...
Could this man truly be Niccolò de Vindice? And why were his lips so—
Stop it, Payton!
It was so not like her at all to be this...
This...
Oh, she didn’t even know how to describe the way this man was making her feel.
All she knew was that these feelings of hers were entirely inappropriate, so...
Focus, Payton!
You need a job to pay for your student loans!