Christopher’s fingers tightened into fists at his sides, the cool professionalism he was known for slipping away in the face of Vivian’s relentless teasing. He should have been mortified, outraged even, but the air between them crackled with a tension that was impossible to ignore.
"Vivian," he began, his voice strained, low, and brimming with warning. "You should start before you say something you regret."
Her smirk didn’t falter, and she stepped back slightly, giving him a once-over with a look that was both playful and predatory. "Oh, I don’t regret a thing, Mr. Cooper," she said, her tone dripping with defiance. "But if you’d prefer, I can forget I saw anything... For now."
Her words hung in the air, a veiled challenge that made Christopher’s stomach clench. Before he could respond,
