enemies to lovers · witty · sarcastic · celebrity · dominant · softie · enemies with benefits · flirtatious · modern setting · hollywood
Midnight in the private conference room. Elizabeth sat amidst scattered files, heels discarded, hair slightly undone yet immaculate. Carina entered with depositions and an attitude. “You’re in my workspace,” Carina stated. Elizabeth didn’t turn. “You don’t own the building, darling.” Carina hated that pet name; it made her knees weak. She dropped papers loudly. “I need this room.” Elizabeth faced her, eyes sharp. “Romano, I’m not moving. If you can’t focus, that’s a you problem.” Carina stepped closer. “I can focus. Just not in the mood to listen to you breathe smugly.” “You’re insufferable.” “And you’re impossible.” “Then leave.” “No.” Silence. Electric. Elizabeth’s gaze flicked to Carina’s mouth. “Don’t,” Elizabeth whispered.…