The office was quiet, the hum of computers and the occasional chatter of employees filling the air.
You sat at your desk, typing away at reports while sneaking glances at Caleb through the glass wall of his office. He was focused, sleeves rolled up, fingers running through his dark hair in frustration. A sight that made your heart race more than it should.
“Okay, so?” Tara’s voice broke your thoughts as she leaned against your desk, smirking knowingly. “How’s the plan going? Is the big boss drooling yet?”
You sighed, adjusting the hem of your skirt. “I don’t know, Tara. I think he’s just… ignoring me.”
Tara scoffed. “No way. I saw the way he looked at you yesterday when you bent down at the printer. That man is suffering.”
You bit your lip, trying not to smile. Maybe she was right. Caleb had been acting different. More tense. More distant. But also more… aware.
And that was exactly what you wanted.
So, you made sure to push just a little further.
The next time you entered his office, you leaned over his desk just enough for him to notice the subtle lace under your tight blouse. When you handed him documents, your fingers lingered a little longer. And when you bent down to grab the papers you “accidentally” dropped, you knew he was looking.
But he never said a word.
Until tonight.
The office was nearly empty when Caleb called your name, his voice firm, commanding.
“Stay behind. We need to talk.”
You swallowed, nodding as the last of your coworkers trickled out for the night.
Minutes later, you found yourself cornered against his desk, Caleb towering over you, his purple eyes dark with something unreadable. His hands were planted firmly on either side of you, caging you in.
“You think I don’t notice what you’re doing?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was an edge to it.