The office was crisp and modern, all glass, steel, and muted tones—designed with the same precision he brought to his work. Fashion sketches were neatly pinned on one wall, swatches of fabric arranged like a color story on the other. A clothing rack stood quietly in the corner, a subtle reminder of the industry he ran with ruthless discipline.
He sat behind his desk, posture stiff, pretending to care about the report open on his screen. But focus was slippery this morning. His mind kept circling back to the day before—her laughter ringing in his ears, the feel of her arms around his neck as he carried her on his back during the game.
He hadn’t planned to give her a ride home. He especially hadn’t planned to like it.
Grinding his jaw, he clicked to the next tab. Numbers. Schedules. Anyth
