He bit the inside of his cheek. Stay professional.
"Sir, the minutes from yesterday's meeting are ready for review," she said, placing a folder on his desk.
"Leave it there," he said shortly, not daring to meet her eyes.
Lilith didn't take it personally. She simply nodded and turned to leave.
And just like every time—he found himself watching her walk away.
Then it happened.
Outside his glass office, one of the visiting clients, a man from marketing looked up from his tablet and openly stared at her as she passed. He even smirked, leaned a little closer to whisper something to his colleague, and both chuckled.
Sebastian's jaw tightened.
He gripped his pen so hard it nearly snapped. His heart thudded, and his breath caught in his throat.
He wasn't sure what irritated him more: the fact that they dared to stare at his secretary like that, or that he had no right to do anything about it.
His Lilith.
No—not his.
She was married.
