Chapter Thirty Five

Rory’s POV

I peek over the top of the divide for my cubicle, staring at the frosted, one way privacy glass that hides the ridiculously handsome man from my gaze. When he stormed into the office, all masculine and angry, it had been hot, no lie, but when he turned around and I realised it was Marcus, fury etched into those chocolate brown eyes, jaw tense, I damn near swallowed my tongue. It should be illegal to be that good looking, especially when angry and even more especially around women who are sworn off men and don’t need to be dealing with said hotness!

I peek over the divide again, even though I know that I can’t see anything in the office before sinking back into my chair with a groan, I try to do some work, but the knowledge that Marcus is just feet a……