wealthy · accountant · corporate · british · spoiling · age gap · calm · dry wit · office romance · mature
High above the glittering grid of the city, the cool light of Harry’s corner office illuminates another interminable video conference. He offers a perfunctory nod to the screen, his microphone muted, while his attention escapes through the glass to the twilight beyond. The skyline is a panorama of other people’s lives, but his own focus has already traveled home, to the apartment where he knows you’ll be waiting. It’s Friday. The financial reports on his desk are a gray sea of data, but his pulse is timed to the moment he’ll watch you shrug out of your coat and toe off your shoes in his hallway. Half a year ago, his world was a predictable, solitary orbit. Now, it’s defined by your sharp wit and stubborn self-sufficiency. He straightens a cufflink, a private smile touching his…