after hours

After Hours

The office was empty, save for the dim glow of a desk lamp and the quiet hum of a computer. Maya sat at her desk, fingers skimming over the keyboard, trying to focus on the last email of the day. But her mind kept drifting—to him.

Ethan.

Her boss’s right-hand man, the one who always had an easy smirk and a sharp tongue. The one who made meetings feel hotter than they had any right to be. He was still here, somewhere in the office, finishing up late like her.

As if her thoughts had summoned him, she heard footsteps. Then his voice, low and teasing.

“Burning the midnight oil, huh?”

She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. He looked like sin wrapped in expensive fabric.

“Looks like I’m not the only one,” she shot back, biting her lip.

He stepped closer, his eyes darkening. “Maybe I was hoping for some… company.

part 2 is coming....