Whispers Beneath The Sheets

the air conditioning and the distant glow of the city through the tall windows. Amelia had promised herself she

w seconds, she caught herself glancing toward the corne

to stay late, too? He had an entire floor of assistants and yet, tonight, he'd

of his footsteps in the hallway pulled her attention like gravity. A moment later, he was

he said, voice deep b

." She tried to keep her tone n

finished document. "Let me guess...

they both knew every piece of work she

He sat down, stretching one arm along the back of the seat as if he owned

ect nothing less

old that sharp edge of command. There was som

cause I know you're c

hey came, they felt heavier than gold. She swallowed, forcing herself to look

His voice dropped lower, more intimate

armer suddenly, too close, too silent

a snap. "If you're trying t

ly, the kind of smile that wa

..

an. But Amelia was too aware of him-of the faint brush of his arm against hers whenever

e realizing she hadn't actually

, eyes flicking t

lied. "Jus

the r

she replied

and knowing. "You're a

k in his eyes stopped her. He wasn't mocking her. He was s

don't know me well enou

ter than anyone else. I know you'd rather overwork yourself than admit you need

ouldn't possibly know t

she whispered, but

osing its usual shar

urned back to her laptop, but the words on the screen

wanted was control, another conquest. But sitting there in the quiet

d her more t

..

t the city lights. His hands were tucked into his pockets, posture relaxed but contem

is about how much control you have over others. But most

nds like something you'd say

e. Or maybe it's what I tell myself when I'm standi

y his eyes lingered on her

ing space, needing air.

id quietly, a

ut tonight, the word carried a different w

. Yet she saw it-the shadow of loneliness, the trac

mbled despite her best ef

rth wanting is

hed with the force of her own restraint. She wanted to step forward,

couldn't

e, she grabbed her

ing back, but his voice fol

er, Amelia. No

..

ook, every unspoken admission. For the first time, the lines between he

sure she wanted