The tart-sweet scent of Mattheo's cologne slipped into your personal space like clawed paws.

A heavy, tense sigh escaped your rosy lips. And his cool fingers accidentally touched your palm as he picked up a stack of parchment. There was not the slightest doubt that he did this on purpose. A tricky smile bloomed on his lips as you sheepishly reacted to the provocation — exactly the way he wanted.

”Will you allow me to take you on a date?” he didn't take his interested gaze off you.