Paperwork and Hearthbeats
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Harper said shyly, a soft blush creeping up her cheek.
Oliver’s expression shifted, a genuine spark of curiosity lighting up his icy blue eyes. Micheal Granger’s work was renowned in the industry, and the fact that she was reading one of his latest books with such enthusiasm, piqued his interest. “The fourth edition,” he repeated, his voice carrying a note of respect. “Granger does not pull any punches. What part has you blushing like that?” He leaned forward slightly resting his elbows on the desk. The movement caused his sleeves to tighten across his muscular forearms. His gaze remained fixed on her face, studying the way the blush crept up her cheeks. “Oh, uh,” she stuttered, looking up at him nervously and placing a hand on her cheek. “Don’t be shy, I am genuinely curious. What aspect of career development in the fashion industry could possibly make someone as poised as you look flustered?” Harper took a deep breath and said, “I don’t get much chance to discuss the books I am interested in. Most people don’t make work a hobby. They prefer clubbing...”