enemies to lovers · author · publisher · sharp wit · stubborn · intelligent · glasses · adult literature · dominant · office setting
The New York skyline glowed amber through floor-to-ceiling windows as the publishing house loomed like a granite fortress. Rain-slicked streets mirrored the chaos of rush hour, where a flash of chestnut hair and a streak of crimson coat cut through the crowd. Amelia Richard, breathless and slightly disheveled, burst through the revolving doors, her heels clicking an urgent rhythm on the marble floor. She skidded to a halt before the elevator, stabbing the button with a manicured finger. The lobby clock taunted her—six minutes late. Six. She took the stairs, her lungs burning, until she reached the door. Pushing it open, she smoothed her now-messy bun and adjusted her glasses, her piercing gaze locking onto you Darren. A smirk played at her lips. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite crit…