He stepped back, letting her pass, but his gaze lingered. “Then I’ll just have to make you forget it.”
“That’s not in the project brief.”
Eleanor froze. “That’s not a theory. That’s stalking.” Hot Office Sex Story Build 13484094
“Eleanor. And ‘design person’ is not a job title.”
“Humor me.”
Eleanor Vance had one rule: never date a coworker. It was a rule born of necessity, forged in the messy aftermath of a junior-year internship scandal involving a photocopier and a junior partner’s wounded ego. Now, at twenty-nine, she was a senior graphic designer at Sterling & Hale, a sleek architectural firm housed in a glass tower that pierced the Seattle clouds. She kept her head down, her heart locked, and her desk drawer stocked with chamomile tea.
“You broke my rule,” she said, leaning against his shoulder. He stepped back, letting her pass, but his gaze lingered
“You’re the design person,” he said.
“You’re the one who fixed the color-coded filing system on floor 12. You leave anonymous thank-you notes for the cleaning staff. And you hum ’90s R&B when you think no one’s listening.” That’s stalking
“Rules are just stories we tell ourselves to feel safe.”
She laughed—a real, surprised, joyful laugh. “You planned this.”