Starry couldn't get over it. That look they had shared at breakfast. It was so intense, so charged. It lingered in his head. And then, before that, the quiet night on the balcony, when she had finally let him hold her without pulling away.
He had told himself to stay indifferent, to act like nothing was happening, but he knew better now.
Something was happening.
Something he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
Yet, for the first time, he didn’t mind.
He tapped his pen against his desk, then leaned back in his chair, exhaling.
Then his intercom buzzed.
"Sir," his assistant’s voice came through. "Miss Bianca is here to see you."
Starry straightened.
Bianca?
What was she doing here?
Before he could respond, his office door swung open.
Bianca walked in like she owned the place.
She was
