"Sir," he repeated, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just inches from her chair. "Is that what we're calling it now? After everything that has passed between us?"
He didn't look up immediately. He was signing a document, his hand moving with precise, practiced efficiency. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark, impeccably tailored suit that seemed to radiate power. Chancellor by Lexi Ray
"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes. "Sir," he repeated, a slow, dangerous smile tugging
Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch. After everything that has passed between us
He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "Let me worry about the risks, Elena. Right now, the only thing that matters is this."
