GLASS TOWERS, HIDDEN HEARTS

orning. The office was unusually quiet, almost eerily so, giving the space an intensity she hadn't felt before. Perhaps it was the anticipation

glances, and subtle touches that had grown from playful curiosity to something far more potent. Each day, working under L

tation draft for the upcoming meeting with a new, high-stakes client. Luke had delegated the task to her p

is dark suit immaculate, tie perfectly knotted, and posture

measured. "I need you to focus. There a

voice steady even as her pul

th her, though he remained focused, precise, and intimidating in the best possible way. Every shared glance, every fleeting touch of hands when pointing at a chart,

alone with the final draft. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for

ust. Not everyone is a

about Luke? The message was cryptic, yet its timing felt deliberate. She tucked the phone into her ba

ld see the tension in his jaw and the tightness in his shoulders. Something was off. He rarely al

bruptly, voice clipped. "There are last-minute

and nerves. Late nights with Luke Jones had become both a

, painting the room in golden hues that made everything feel intimate, almost suspended in time. Jennifer and Luke w

ument. Both froze for a fraction of a second, electricity humming through the touc

w, measured, and slightly straine

ed, though her puls

idental brush of skin carried weight. They were walking a line between professional and personal

regain composure. "I... shouldn't

either should I," she said softly. "But maybe

nding exterior. Jennifer noticed how the usual control he maintained faltered sl

, and a rare softness in his tone that made Jennifer's heart swell. She realized how much she ha

toward the elevators, a figure stepped out of the shadows: Marcus Hill, the

the midnight oil, are we?" His gaze flicked between Jen

adrenaline. "We're just finishing work," s

areful if I were you, Jennifer. Not everyone in

ve energy surrounding him intensified, subtle bu

smirk lingered, a reminder that the challenges they face

ice was quiet again, but the emotional charge remained, unresolved. They rode the elev

eath of the cool night air. "This... this

k and intense. "Yes," he s

"Worth it?" she repeated, uncer

ing into the faintest smile. "Everythin

re, fear, anticipation, and the undeniable pull toward each other. Secrets, challeng

the attraction, the tension, and the danger of being close to Luke Jones were intox

ad spent years carefully constructing. He had no control over his emotions when she was near-and for the first time, he didn't want to. The s