Office Heat

Ava Monroe didn't believe in workplace crushes, only workplace threats. She stepped into the glass-walled conference room five minutes early, heels clicking against the polished floors, confidence radiating with every step. Her pitch deck was flawless. Her notes were crisp. Her hair hadn’t frizzed. Today was hers to win. Until he walked in. Drew strolled through the door like he owned the building, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his tailored slacks, a half-smile tugging at lips that had no right being that distracting. His tie was loosened just enough to suggest rebellion, and the rolled-up sleeves showcased forearms that had become a quiet HR concern on more than one Slack channel. "Monroe," he said, with that signature smirk that made assistants giggle and Ava’s blood pressure spike. "Carter," she replied coolly, refusing to look at the way his shirt hugged his chest. They took seats across from each other, tension crackling like static between them. The CEO hadn’t arrived yet, but the real battle had already begun. He leaned forward, his voice low and smooth. “You ready to lose this campaign before it starts?” She didn’t flinch. “I don’t plan on carrying dead weight, so if you can stay out of my way, I’ll make sure you look halfway competent.” His grin widened, slow and sinful. “Feisty. Remind me again why we’ve never… collaborated before?” Ava gave him a look that could ice over boiling water. “Because I have taste.” Before he could fire back, the door swung open, and the CEO walked in, phone in hand. “Change of plans,” she announced. “You’re both leading this campaign.” Together. The one who delivers the best results gets promoted. The other…” Her eyes flicked between them. “Well. Let’s just say you better take the heat.” Ava didn’t blink. Drew’s gaze locked with hers, that damn smirk still playing on his lips. Oh, she’d bring the heat. Just not the kind he was ready for.