The heavy mahogany door clicked shut with a sharp, definitive snap, severing the low rumble of Lucas's amused laughter. Nina pressed her back against the cool, structured paneling of the hallway wall, her shoulders rising and falling in rapid, uneven jerks as she struggled to force air back into her burning lungs. Her pulse hammered in her ears, a relentless reminder of how easily he'd unraveled her composure.
"What the absolute heck is wrong with that man?" she whispered fiercely to the empty corridor, her fingers wrapping around the lapels of the trench coat she carried. The fabric bunched in her grip. "Pervert. Absolute, unhinged, corporate-trained pervert."
