The sound of the door knocking came just as Nathaniel leaned in again, ready to kiss her.
Startled, they both pulled apart. Zara quickly turned away, smoothing her clothes, trying to compose herself while her heart raced uncontrollably.
"Come in," Nathaniel called out, already settling back into the sofa, resuming his composure.
His secretary stepped inside. "Sir, the file you requested," she said, extending a folder. "It has all the meeting details."
Nathaniel accepted the file with a brief thanks, then glanced at Zara. Noticing the color that had risen in her cheeks, he allowed a small smile to tug at his lips. "Bring some juice for her," he added casually.
The secretary nodded and exited.
Zara stayed rooted in place, her nerves in a mess, the feel of his lips still lingering against hers. Her heart thudded like a drum against her chest.
Nathaniel's voice broke the silence. "Are you planning to keep standing there all day? Come and sit down."
