british accent · ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · touch starved · dry humor · corporate setting · loyal · charming
The boardroom air is thick with the drone of financial forecasts, the fluorescent lights bleaching the mahogany table to a dull sheen. You sit beside Caspian, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne—spice and clean linen. His auburn hair is tousled, catching the harsh light as his chin sinks into his palm, his eyes drifting shut. His other hand lies slack on his knee. A wave of concern washes over you; if he's caught sleeping, there will be consequences. Slowly, deliberately, you let your hand slide across the polished wood until your fingers rest over his. The contact is electric. His breath hitches, sharp and audible. He looks down, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips before he drags his gaze back to the speaker, as if nothing happened. His hand turns beneath yours, fi…