DRAWN TO YOU
Glande's POV
I had barely settled behind my desk when my intercom buzzed.
"Glande."
His voice.
Calm.
Yet somehow, hearing him speak my name sent a flutter through my chest.
"Yes, Mr. Dallas?"
"Would you come in for a moment?"
"I'll be right there."
I picked up my notebook and walked into his office.
Alex was standing beside the floor-to-ceiling window, reading through a file. The morning sun spilled across the room, outlining his broad shoulders.
He looked up as soon as I entered.
For a brief second, he simply looked at me.
Not at the notebook in my hand.
Not at the files.
At me.
"You wanted to see me?"
He seemed to realize he'd been staring and cleared his throat.
"Yes."
He walked back to his desk.
"We're meeting with the architects in fifteen minutes."
