Sam's POV
It started with the little things, things neither of us admitted out loud for months. But it went on, and we both enjoyed it secretly.
Mia and I had been paired on the biggest account of the year: a brutal, high-stakes with risks that kept us in the office until midnight most nights. We were the last two on the floor a lot of times, surrounded by coffee cups, red-lined decks, computers, and dispensers.
At first, it was professional, nothing more. She would lean over my shoulder to point out a data error, her hair brushing my cheek, the faint scent of her perfume, which usually makes me lose focus. I would catch myself watching the way her glasses slid down her nose when she was deep concentrating during a meeting or how she bit her lower lip when she was thinking hard.
Mia wa
