Alina exhaled from where she was sitting on the couch in his office, overseeing his employees' cubicles that stretched over the large space. Her eyes fell on Damian who was still working earnestly, deeply engrossed in his work.
She couldn't help but smile at his serIous face, the focus pulling his brows together in a look of profound, almost beautiful intensity.
It was a quiet and sweet moment, a rare truce from his usual teasing.
The fact that she was going home with him today spoke volumes—an accidental yet intentional escalation. It was thrilling, a door opening to a world she knew nothing about.
She wanted to find out more about him: what he liked, his lifestyle, the secrets behind the empire he ran. She instantly shook her head, a silent, internal skirmish. "What's wrong with me?" She growled at herself quietly, fighting the sudden, dizzying curiosity.
