The moment she step into the office, I notice. How could I not? The way their eyes linger on her, the way some shift away in quiet respect while others—disgusting—dare to stare at what isn't theirs to look at. My fingers tighten slightly around my pen as I lean back in my chair, eyes locked onto her.

"What do you have on?" I murmur, a slow grin spreading across my lips, though my tone holds something unreadable beneath the amusement. My gaze flickers over her—not in the way those other men dared to, but in a way that makes it clear.

She was mine to admire. Mine to protect. And if anyone else thinks otherwise... well, they won’t for long.