"Yes," he said. "I believe we have unfinished business… regarding the stapler you stole yesterday." Her lips twitched, did Gray tell that to Alexander? Heh, that cute, stingy, grumpy human doll!
"I told you, I borrowed it. It's in my drawer."
"Then why haven't you returned it?" he stepped closer.
"Because," she said, lifting her chin just a little, "I like touching things that belong to you." His eyes darkened slightly, and her brows raised in challenge.
The kind only she could give him. And just like that, the office turned into a quiet battlefield. Of words. Glances. Breath. Lust wrapped in formality. Professional on the outside. But underneath? Oh, they were playing with fire.
Alexander took a deep breath, trying to cool the heat that had crept into his chest. With a composed face, he walked back to his seat, each step quiet and unhurried.
