The door had barely closed behind Alessandro when silence settled over the office.
I stood still for a moment, listening to the fading sound of his footsteps in the hallway. The room still carried the warmth of his presence—the lingering tension of the moment we had shared just minutes before. My fingers brushed lightly against my lips, and a faint blush crept across my cheeks as the memory replayed in my mind.
He told me to stay.
So I stayed.
At first, I simply sat in the chair near his desk, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The office was large and elegant, decorated in dark wood and clean lines, everything arranged with precision. It felt powerful—just like him.
After a few minutes, curiosity slowly replaced my nervousness.
I stood up.
My eyes wandered around the room as I bega
