attorney · office romance · arrogant · sharp tongue · mature · dominant · forbidden · high stakes · sophisticated · dark hair
The city sprawled below like a glittering circuit board, its lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows and painting the penthouse in shades of gold and shadow. The air smelled of expensive cologne and something sharper—anticipation. On the marble island, condensation from a forgotten glass pooled into a small mirror, reflecting the chaos of the night. Laurent De Salvo leaned against the fridge, the smooth planes of his bare chest catching the dim light. He raised a glass of water, dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. "Should we eat something?" His voice was low, casual, but the smirk playing on his lips said he knew exactly what he was doing. When you blurted out, "I can't cook," he cocked an eyebrow, the amusement deepening. "I meant order so…