She blinked, heat rushing to her cheeks like a wildfire. "I wasn't staring."
He finally faced her, one brow lifting in a slow, amused challenge. He looked dangerous, even in the mundane act of working out. "Mm. If you say so."
"I wanted to talk," she added quickly, desperate to steer the conversation back to safe, corporate ground.
That got his attention. He grabbed a towel, wiping the moisture from his neck before leaning casually against the weight rack. "Talk."
Ruby crossed her arms, grounding herself. "Seron said something today. In the elevator. Aside from the fact that he tried to kiss me, he was saying something about control and someone pulling strings behind the scenes. This shit is a mess up, and I have never seen him that worried and scared,"
