Vivian’s pov ;
As I sat in Asher’s office, still trying to process everything that had happened since we arrived, he leaned back in his chair, studying me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His dark eyes seemed to drink me in, making the air feel thick and charged.
"You look good sitting there," he said, his voice low and smooth, breaking the silence.
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “What are you talking about?”
He smirked, leaning forward slightly. “You. Sitting in my office. Looking all official and tempting. It’s dangerous.”
I rolled my eyes, though I felt my cheeks heat. “Don’t you have work to do, Mr. Blackwood?”
“Oh, I do,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “But it’s hard to focus when you’re sitting there looking like you walke
