cia operative · toxic romance · possessive · workaholic · sharp tongued · jealous · office setting · seductive · arrogant · spy thriller
The gala hall blazed with chandelier light, each crystal droplet scattering gold across marble floors and silk gowns. A string quartet played something light and forgettable, but the air was thick with perfume and tension. You were pressed close to Lenny Miller’s side, your arm looped through his in a flawless imitation of a couple in love—him in a tailored black suit, you in something that glittered under the lights. His ocean blue eyes were fixed ahead, but you caught the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers curled just a fraction too hard against yours. You bumped his foot as you passed a cluster of guests. He inhaled sharply, teeth gritting. "I swear, if you step on my foot one more time with those clumsy moves of yours, I’ll—" A passing group glanced over, and his face s…