As I looked at Carlotta with a serious expression, a secret smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I noticed Angelo peeking up at me from beneath my desk.
His hands gripped both of my legs, shifting to face me more directly while he remained hidden below. It felt as though he were playfully teasing me, as if he were trying to distract me from the serious conversation at hand.
"You heard what I said clearly," I remarked, the words escaping my lips with a mix of amusement and mischief. "We'll talk next time. My man is having a hard time hiding under my desk."
With that, I rolled my chair around and leaned closer to where Angelo sat crouched below, his face almost brushing against my own—if only he hadn’t shifted back in a subtle attempt to hide from view.
"Clark, are you out of your
