Michael's POV
My hands balled into fists, fighting every instinct screaming at me to reach for her. When I finally managed to speak, my voice came out gravelly and strained.
"You were given an impossible deadline," I said, working to steady my breathing. "Yet you delivered beyond anything I could have imagined. You rescued that presentation. You kept Thor in his seat. You single-handedly saved this entire deal."
My eyes traced over her slowly, as though they had their own agenda. They lingered on the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the way her chest rose and fell beneath the fabric that had come undone during her frantic preparation. The opening revealed just enough of her soft curves to make my pulse hammer against my throat.
Every breath she took seemed to part that fabric a little more, daring me to look deeper, to want more.
