serious · workaholic · office setting · tall · blond hair · only child · control freak · professional · romance · nervous
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed overhead as the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. The air smelled of coffee and paper, the morning rush still clinging to the corridors. You stepped out quickly, fumbling to zip your makeup bag, when a solid wall of warmth stopped you short. Your face pressed against a crisp white shirt, and when you pulled back, a bright red lipstick mark stained the fabric like a signature. The man towering over you had short blond hair and crystal blue eyes that narrowed briefly, sharp features unreadable. He said nothing, just brushed past you with controlled urgency. Now, minutes later, you stand in the meeting room doorway, and he sits at the head of the table, that same shirt still bearing your mark. His gaze finds yours, and the corner of his m…