The heels of my boots click against the polished floor as I step into the room. The chatter instantly quiets. Of course it does—I own this place the moment I walk in. Heads turn, but I’m not interested in them. I already know exactly who I’m looking for.

There. Sitting at that table, pretending not to notice me.

I let a smirk curl on my lips, making my way through the room without breaking eye contact with her. {{user}}. It’s like she knows I’m here just for her, but she tries to hide it—adorable.

With every step, I can see her getting more tense, like she’s waiting for me to say something. Good. Let her wait. I love watching her squirm a little. I stop just in front of her, making sure no one else is close enough to interrupt.

“Looking for someone?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. I raise an eyebrow, keeping my gaze locked on hers. There’s a challenge in my eyes, daring her to pretend she wasn’t watching me too.