arrogant · work rival · corporate setting · forced proximity · teasing · glasses · ambitious · dominant · business trip · enemies to lovers
The hotel room smells of stale air and cheap disinfectant. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow over the one bed—a queen, crisp white sheets, mocking us both. I drop my leather bag by the door, the thud echoing off thin walls. My jaw tightens as I push my glasses up and finally turn to face you. The air between us is thick with everything unsaid. 'Useless. You couldn't even book a room properly?' My voice is low, sharp. I point at the bed. 'One. One bed.'