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Bianca’s POVTwo weeks. 14 business daysThat’s how long I’d kept my head down and pretended Dean Andrews didn’t make me have butterflies in my stomache whenever he merely walked byHe’d gone cold—glacial, even. No more quiet moments. No lingering glances. Just work. Orders. Tasks. intentionally dodging like I was just another name on payroll.Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, I could match it. I wasn’t here for fairytales. I mean we were both adults who had set boundaries That’s where Michael came in.“I’m just saying,” he said, balancing his coffee on the edge of my desk, “if you didn’t cry at the ending of Eternal Sunshine, I’m judging you.”I snorted. “Not everyone cries during indie romance films, Michael.”“Oh, so you're heartless?”“No, i frankly thought the whole thing was corny, i mean come onnnnn.”He grinned. “let me guess you like 3 hour films about a tomato and why its a tomato?”I laughed . Micheal was funny and sweet. I like funny and sweet.Michael had joine

Dean’s POV The scotch burned going down, but it was better than thinking. Who would have thought that the penthouse on the sixth floor with a skyline view would feel like a trap I should’ve been working. Hell, I should’ve been doing anything other than replaying Friday night on a loop in my head. Her voice. Her mouth—just inches from mine. The way she didn’t pull away. I looked down and saw my dog Vegas was looking up and me wagging his tail. probably wanted a snack. I walked to the kitchen cabinet and picked up some treats and gave him. Atleast he seemed happy A gentle knock on the door cut through the silence, I didn't check the peephole I knew that knock any where. A knock made my a certain familiar slender fingers. I took a deep breath Only one person knocked like they had a right to still be here. “Evelyn,” I muttered as I opened the door. She stood there in a cream coat and a red scarf, looking effortlessly beautiful. Her hair was down, I always told her she looked way

Bianca By Monday morning, I’d convinced myself I could handle whatever version of Dean Andrews walked through those doors. i barely got much work dont the entire weekend. I had spent the whole weekend wondering if I’d imagined the tension, the way his fingers had brushed mine, the breathless pause between us when I thought—for a split second that he might kiss me. Turns out, I didn’t have to wonder long. Dean showed up looking like nothing had happened at all. Black suit, black tie, calm confidence. Not a single glance in my direction. Not even a nod. At first I thought I was invisible and probably didn't even show up to work then I checked my email and yeah I did show up to work he was just being an asshole “Please prioritize the quarterly investor update. I’ll need the draft by 3 p.m. – D.A.” I felt sick looking at the email. was this some type of joke why am I not surprised. Real mature Dean ,real mature Tuesday came, and with it, more of the same. Dean was a master at e

Bianca’s POV The office was too damn quiet. The hum of the overhead lights buzzed louder than usual, I stood from my chair and rolled my shoulders, wincing at the knot tightening between my shoulder blades. Hours of prepping Dean’s files for the investor meeting had sucked the life out of me , literally but it was worth it. Everything was perfect. I walked over and placed the last file on his desk. “It’s done,” I said softlly. “At last.” He didn’t even bother to look up. His eyes stayed fixed on the screen, his eyebrows tensing like they always did when he was buried too deep in thought. “You know you didn’t have to stay right?” I raised an eyebrow. “i know, You say that every time I stay late.” He sighed through his nose, a quiet, almost irritated sound. “yeah i do probably cause i mean it” “ Someone had to make sure your pitch didn’t look like it was typed by a half asleep intern on their third espresso.” He smiled. Good . A small one, but still he thought it was funny , he

BiancaIt had been weeks since the fundraiser, and things at work had settled back into a kind of routine. Dean and I still danced around each other, exchanging small flirtations, but nothing more. He was a professional—his sharp, cool demeanor remained as always. And I? I did my best to keep things strictly professional, even as the temptation to break that boundary grew stronger by the day.I couldn’t deny the heat that simmered between us whenever our paths crossed. The subtle glances. The way he always seemed to be just a little too close. But neither of us had crossed the line—at least not yet.It was late on a Friday afternoon when I decided to take a break. The office was quiet, the buzz of conversations in the background had faded, and the sky outside had started to darken. I needed a pick-me-up. So, I grabbed my coat, slipped out of the office, and made my way to my favorite coffee shop a few blocks away.It was a small, cozy place—dimly lit, with mismatched furniture that ga

BiancaThe fundraiser was nothing short of extravagant. The venue, a sprawling glass tower overlooking the city, was filled with the most influential people in the tech world. The soft hum of polite conversations mingled with the clink of champagne glasses and the occasional laughter, and I couldn’t help but feel out of place.I’d never been to an event like this, and the sleek, perfectly-dressed guests made me feel like I was wearing a neon sign that read newbie.As I stood next to Dean, I tried my best to blend in, but my nerves were starting to show. I could feel the eyes of several people flicking toward me, whispering behind their hands.Dean, however, was unfazed. He looked every bit the part—tall, impeccably dressed in a sharp tuxedo, his posture straight, exuding an effortless aura of authority. He’d been introduced to several donors, most of them nodding in acknowledgment of his presence, but he didn’t seem to care much about any of them. His focus remained on me.“You look g