Married To My Celebrity Crush

Lena Matthews had been quietly nursing her crush on Ethan Turner for almost a year. Every day she'd see him in the office, and every day her heart did a little flip. Ethan worked in marketing while Lena was tucked away in the finance department, buried in spreadsheets and numbers. They worked on separate floors, had no reason to interact, and yet, every time she spotted him in the company café, her pulse raced.

Ethan was the kind of guy who made it impossible not to notice him. He was confident, tall, and annoyingly good-looking. His dark hair was always styled just right, his tailored suits fit him perfectly, and that smile-God, that smile-had melted Lena's heart more times than she cared to admit.

But there was one problem. He didn't even know she existed.

Lena had resigned herself to the fact that she was invisible to him, just another face in the crowd. And yet, every morning, when she made her way to the café for her daily dose of caffeine, she hoped-no, *prayed*-that today would be the day he'd notice her.

Today, however, was already shaping up to be a disaster. She'd overslept, missed her train, and had to practically run to the office. Her hair was still damp from her quick shower, and in her rush, she'd grabbed mismatched shoes-one black, one navy. To top it off, she had a massive stain on her blouse from the bagel she'd tried to eat while sprinting down the street.

Not exactly the way she wanted to look when she finally *did* speak to Ethan.

Pushing open the door to the café, Lena took a deep breath and reminded herself why she was here. Coffee. Just coffee. No expectations. No hope of bumping into Ethan. He was probably upstairs already, working on some big, important marketing deal, blissfully unaware that she even existed.

But then she saw him.

Ethan stood at the counter, casually scrolling through his phone while waiting for his order. Lena's breath caught in her throat. He was right there, looking as perfect as ever, completely unaware that he was the reason her heart was about to explode out of her chest.

This was it. Her moment. She could feel it.

Lena swallowed hard and forced herself to move forward. Her palms were sweaty, her heart hammering in her chest. She quickly rehearsed her lines in her head-something casual, something flirty but not *too* flirty.

"Hey, I think we work in the same building," she whispered under her breath, practicing. "No, no. How about, 'Morning, I see you around here a lot'? No, that sounds creepy. Ugh!"

As she debated her approach, the barista called Ethan's name. He picked up his coffee and turned to leave, and before Lena knew what she was doing, she stepped directly into his path.

It all happened so fast. One moment she was standing there, trying to look confident, and the next-*crash*.

Her coffee cup hit the floor, exploding like a grenade. Dark liquid splattered everywhere, including on Ethan's pristine shoes. The café went silent as everyone turned to stare at the source of the commotion.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Lena blurted, her voice an octave higher than normal. Her hands flew to her face as she watched in horror while the coffee dripped off Ethan's shoes.

Ethan looked down at his shoes, then up at her. For a split second, Lena was certain he was about to yell, or worse, give her that pitying look people reserved for clumsy idiots. Instead, he smiled. A soft, amused smile that made her stomach twist in knots.

"No problem. Happens to the best of us," Ethan said, bending down to pick up her now-empty cup.

Lena's face flushed a deep shade of red. "I-uh-I didn't mean to-uh-I can buy you new shoes? Or get them cleaned! Oh my God, I'm so clumsy. I swear I don't usually-"

He held up a hand to stop her, still smiling. "Really, it's fine. I promise, I've spilled worse on myself."

Lena's brain was struggling to catch up. Was this really happening? Was she actually talking to Ethan? And he wasn't mad?

"I'm Ethan, by the way," he said, offering her a hand.

She stared at his hand for a beat too long before finally shaking it. "Lena. I'm Lena. We work in the same building, I think."