Andria's POV
I forced my eyes away, staring at some meaningless stack of books on his desk. "What is the actual reason I was called to this office?" I asked, sharper than I meant—anything to move us out from this personal topic.
But his gaze pinned me anyway. And for a split second, just a split second, I felt my defences melting. Like if I let my eyes linger too long, I'd give myself away.
His smirk softened, replaced by something harder, sharper. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and his tone shifted. "You want to know why I called you here."
Well, the voice went from flirty to serious in a fleet seconds. "I think I can handle this situation better." The change in his tone made it better, although his presence wasn't de-escalating anything.
"Yes." My voice was steady this time.
