Midnight Oil and Hidden Desires
259 Words
Two weeks passed, and the "Slow Burn" began to smoke.
It started with late nights. A major merger was happening, and Teni refused to leave Alexander’s side. They worked until the Lagos city lights turned into a sea of diamonds outside the window.
One Tuesday, around 11:00 PM, Teni was leaning over a printout on the conference table. Alexander walked up behind her to look at the figures. He didn't move away. Instead, he stayed so close she could feel the heat of his body against her back.
"This part here," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. His hand came down on the table, pinning her between his arms. "It’s brilliant. You saved us millions today."
Teni’s heart was drumming against her ribs. She turned her head slightly, and his face was right there—inches away. The scent of his expensive cologne was intoxicating.
"I... I was just doing my job, Alexander," she breathed.
His gaze dropped to her lips. The air in the room felt thick, like it was made of electricity. He reached out, his thumb slowly tracing the curve of her lower lip.
"You're a dangerous woman, Teniola," he murmured, his voice husky. "You walk in here with your brilliant mind and your quiet strength, and you make me forget that I’m supposed to be a cold-hearted CEO."
He didn't kiss her—not yet. He let the tension linger until it was almost painful. He pulled away just as the security guard knocked for the final rounds, leaving Teni shaking and wanting more.
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