My Mister

Chapter 18

As Sebastian spoke, Mia's attention was drawn to the subtle details that adorned his appearance. She noticed the bits of grey accents woven into the fabric of his impeccably tailored suit, adding a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. The hints of grey seemed to mirror the wisdom and experience that emanated from him, giving him an air of maturity that Mia found both captivating and alluring.

Her gaze shifted to his eyes, a warm honey brown that seemed to sparkle with an inner light as the sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. In that moment, Sebastian's eyes held a depth and warmth that Mia couldn't help but be drawn to, like pools of liquid honey that she could easily lose herself in.

As Sebastian gestured animatedly, his hands moving with purpose and precision, Mia couldn't help but notice the veins that traced their way across his skin, adding texture and character to his strong, capable hands. There was a rawness to his hands, a tangible reminder of the hard work and dedication that defined him—a man who wasn't afraid to roll up his sleeves and get things done.

But perhaps most striking of all was the sound of Sebastian's heartbeat, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo in perfect harmony with her own. With each beat, Mia felt a sense of connection—a silent symphony that played out between them, binding them together in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

As Sebastian continued to discuss their plans for the literacy program, he noticed Mia standing on the other side of his desk, her attention fully focused on their conversation. With a warm smile, he gestured for her to come closer, recognizing that the desk served as a physical barrier between them.

As Sebastian gestured for her to come closer, Mia hesitated, her feet rooted to the spot. The desk between them seemed like a barrier, and the thought of crossing it filled her with a sense of unease.

"Mia, why don't you come over here?" Sebastian's voice was warm and inviting, but Mia couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension that gripped her.

For a moment, Mia hesitated, her gaze darting between Sebastian and the desk that separated them. She wasn't sure why she felt so reluctant to join him—it wasn't as if she had anything to fear. And yet, the idea of crossing that invisible boundary felt daunting.

Seeing her hesitation, Sebastian's smile faltered slightly, concern flickering in his eyes. "Is everything okay, Mia?" he asked, his voice laced with gentle concern.

Mia swallowed hard, forcing herself to push past her apprehension. "I'm sorry, Mr. Saint," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm just... not used to being on this side of the desk, I guess."

Sebastian shook his head gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Please, Mia, call me Sebastian," he said gently. "We're partners now, and I want you to feel comfortable around me."

Mia blinked in surprise at his words, a sense of warmth flooding through her at the realization that they were no longer just colleagues—they were equals, working together towards a common goal.

"Thank you, Sebastian," she replied in a low and shy tone and a grateful smile spreading across her face.

With a renewed sense of confidence, Mia crossed the room to join Sebastian at his desk, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders as she settled in next to him.