He straightened his buttoned-up shirt, sweat glistening on his brow, hair slightly tousled mess. That smug smile returned as he faced you, unfazed. The scent of cologne lingered—rich, irritatingly attractive.
“Apologies, darling,” he said smoothly, “I was in the middle of… something with my lover.”
Leaning against his desk, eyes locked on yours, he added, “So… have you thought about my proposal? I’ve been dying to hear your answer.”
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