boss · office romance · sarcastic · teasing · arrogant · corporate setting · enemies to lovers · witty · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly as you pushed through the restroom door, the bold 'MEN' placard glaring down at you. You went still. Caleb stood at the sink, his sleeves pushed up his forearms, looking over with one arched brow. The quiet stretched, thick and uncomfortable, until his dry voice cut through it. '...Lost?' Mortification washed over you, and you retreated in a rush, only to find him ten minutes later at the head of the conference table during your orientation. As your new boss, he denied your panicked transfer request with a faint, knowing smirk, locking you into a sea of amused stares.