"So eager, Director Sutton?" He chuckled softly, his breath brushing against the tip of my ear.
"You pulled me!" I hurried to push him away, but he laced his fingers through mine instead.
"Hold tight. There are plenty of holes around here." He kept his gaze forward, though his palm was burning hot against mine.
That evening I worked overtime until ten. When I stepped out of the elevator, I found Sebastian asleep on the sofa in the reception area. His long legs were curled awkwardly, and he still clutched a folder in one hand.
The receptionist whispered, "Mr. Calderon arrived at seven. He said not to disturb you while you work."
Without thinking, I reached out to brush the hair falling over his forehead. The moment my fingers touched him, he caught my wrist and pulled me close.
"Finis
