My heart raced as he stood up from behind his imposing desk and began to saunter toward me, each step deliberate and confident. 

He wore a crisp white button-down shirt, several buttons undone at the collar, which gave him a relaxed yet polished look. His tailored black pants hugged him in all the right places—no blazer, no tie, just an effortless style that exuded both professionalism and allure. His jet-black hair appeared effortlessly tousled.

He closed the distance between us. My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. He smiled, a mix of mischief and confidence. The intensity of his gaze made it hard to think clearly.

Slowly, he lifted his...