Abigail POV
I practically sprinted into the office, my heart still racing from the elevator encounter. I found Ella at her desk, organizing a stack of papers, and couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Ella!” I whispered excitedly, sliding into the seat next to her. “You will not believe what happened.”
She raised an eyebrow, her smirk forming in slow recognition. “Oh? Spill.”
“It’s Charles… again,” I began, a bit breathless. “Last night was... intense. And this morning…” I leaned in, the thrill of it still rushing through me, “I ended up in his bed.”
Ella’s mouth dropped open slightly, but then she straightened, her expression unreadable. “Wait, are you serious? And then…?”
“He didn’t try anything with me,” I said, my voice dropping. “He just… took care of me. It was surprising, like I wasn’t expecting that softness from him.”
Ella chuckled softly, but there was something else in her gaze. “He took care of you? That’s definitely not the usual.”