Chapter 32

~Melissa~

Gavin’s expression didn’t change. He just sat there behind his massive desk, perfectly still except for one finger tapping against the polished wood. Once. Twice.

Then he stood.

The movement was slow. Controlled. Like a predator deciding whether to pounce or wait.

I didn’t move. My feet felt glued to the floor.

He walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving mine. Each step was measured, deliberate. By the time he stopped in front of me, my face was hot from all the breath I was holding.

“You want to work in my office,” he said quietly.

He tilted his head slightly. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking for?”

The question hung between us. His eyes searched mine, something shifting in his expression that I couldn’t quite read.

Then, unexpectedly, the corner of his mouth curved upward. As if he was trying to hold back a laugh.

“Fine.” He reached for his phone not waiting for my response. “Marcus, come to my office.”

I blinked. That was it? No argument?

Thirty seconds later,