Ruby's POV
My heart raced as he stood up from behind his imposing desk and began to saunter toward me, each step deliberate and confident.
He wore a crisp white button-down shirt, several buttons undone at the collar, which gave him a relaxed yet polished look. His tailored black pants hugged him in all the right places- no blazer, no tie, just an effortless style that exuded both professionalism and allure. His jet-black hair appeared effortlessly tousled.
He closed the distance between us. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. He smiled, a mix of mischief and confidence. The intensity of his gaze made it hard to think clearly.
Slowly, he lifted his hands to rest just above my waist. As if he was testing my response to his touch. The warmth of his hands sent a jolt of
