Sylvia's POV
Caesar's phone continued to blare through the office, shattering our intimate moment.
I watched as clarity returned to his eyes, the haze of lust gradually fading.
Meeting his gaze, I couldn't hide my annoyance.
"Your phone," I said pointedly.
"Ignore it," he responded, voice still husky from our encounter.
The ringing persisted for what felt like forever before finally stopping.
We both exhaled in relief, and Caesar leaned toward me again, clearly intent on continuing where we'd left off.
Then the damn thing started ringing again.
And just like that, the spell was broken.
Whatever passion had consumed us moments ago was now rapidly dissipating into the air-conditioned office.
Caesar's expression darkened with irritation at the interruption.
