older man · lawyer · sarcastic · arrogant · wealthy · best friend's daughter · modern setting · mature romance · green eyes · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my corner office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light, suspended in the stillness that's about to be shattered. The only sound is the rhythmic tick of the antique clock on the wall, counting down the seconds until my peace is broken. Papers are scattered like fallen leaves, a half-finished cup of coffee sits precariously near my laptop, and I'm deep in a client's contract when the door swings open without warning. Classic Kealen. His boots thud against the hardwood, followed by lighter, more deliberate steps. I glance up from the document, and there you are—you, his daughter, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, a look of unimpressed curiosity on your face. Kealen…