Christopher just finished the day's work.
He leaned back in his leather chair, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning the endless stream of emails on his laptop. The towering skyscrapers outside his window, illuminated by the golden hour glow, framed him like a king atop his throne.
But for all his power, his mind wasn’t on business. It wasn’t on the multimillion-dollar deal awaiting his signature or the endless line of subordinates needing his approval.
It was on her.
He could still see her that morning—wide-eyed and nervous, her soft lips parting slightly as she stammered through her words. That faint blush that crept over her cheeks whenever he looked at her too long. God, she had no idea what she was doing to him.
It wasn’t just her body, though every curve was etched into his memo
