Good Luck Making Amends

Elena’s Point Of View It had been two weeks since I had seen Jaxx. Two long, blessed weeks. Not after what he had done in my office, in front of my workers, almost humiliating me, cornering me, making me feel things I swore I would never feel around him again. Who does that? Who has the audacity to hide under a table like some wicked predator, wait until the perfect moment, and then… I stopped. Heat flared up my neck. No. I couldn’t allow myself to think about that. The memory alone was enough to make my skin burn. My face flushed so hard I had to lift my champagne flute to my lips just to mask it, letting the cool glass kiss away the heat in my cheeks. “Get a grip on yourself, Elena,” I whispered under my breath. Jaxx was an asshole. A brutal, unrepentant, intoxicating asshole. A sexy asshole, sure, but still, an asshole. Tonight was about celebration, not him. Tonight, my company was celebrating me. We had secured a deal that every competitor had clawed at but failed to touch, a deal