You’re just bored, Ivy, she thought. You can entertain yourself. You’re not a child. Go back and ask if you can join in on watching telly. You never pass up a bad reality show. Sighing, she barely caught sight of the corner of his desk before pivoting on her heel. She managed two steps in the opposite direction before he called out. “Ivy?” Shit. “Did you need something?” Silas asked, and his door swung open further by a phantom hand. “Ahh…” She tilted her face towards the ceiling before backing up. “I was just…” She paused in the doorway, fidgeting with the sleeves of her black turtleneck.
