You stepped into the elevator, your body aching from a long day at the office. Working in the same company as Tom Hiddleston’s sister meant you’d heard his name before, but you never expected to run into him here.

And yet, there he was.

Tall, elegant, and devastatingly magnetic. He didn’t even have to try—he just stood there, leaning lightly against the wall, and somehow managed to look like walking sex wrapped in charm and quiet confidence.

He lifted his gaze to you, a flicker of a smile touching his lips as though he’d caught your exhaustion before you even spoke.

“Rough day?” His voice was gentle, low, like velvet in the small space.

You shifted your bag on your shoulder, trying not to let your tiredness—or the way your pulse had suddenly picked up—show too clearly.