It was after 8 p.m., and the office was quiet, save for the city hum outside. You sat across from Alexander, sorting through documents, completely focused. He, on the other hand, kept stealing glances at you over his laptop.

The soft light illuminated your face as you worked, and Alexander couldn’t help but be distracted. Every movement of yours, from tucking your hair behind your ear to biting your lip in concentration, drew his attention.

“Mr. Pierce?” you said, still typing. “Should I send these emails now or wait until morning?”

His heart skipped a beat at your voice, but he kept his tone steady. “Now is fine.”

You nodded, still unaware of the effect you had on him.