The coffee in my hand had long gone cold, but I barely noticed. My mind was still racing from the morning’s strategy session, from the subtle, dangerous energy lingering in the air after Ethan’s words. Just enough to shift the game. He hadn’t stopped thinking about me, I was sure of it, and neither had I.
I stepped out of my office to change my cup of coffee and nearly collided with him. It was like I conjured him from my thoughts.
“Careful,” he said, his voice low and calm, yet laced with a possessive undertone that made my heart stop.
“I’m fine,” I replied, setting my mug on a side table and refusing to look at him. My professional composure was fragile, but I clung to it like a lifeline.
“Are you?” His eyebrow quirked, the faintest smirk teasing his lips. “You seem… distracted, or i
