"Burning the midnight oil?" she asked, her voice low and smoky. This Vid Proxy — Better
Sarah looked toward the window. "It’s really coming down out there. Looks like a storm." Mortal Kombat Shaolin Monks Gamecube Marking A Divergence
"Just thinking," Elias deflected, swiveling his chair slightly to face her. "I didn't think you stayed late. You usually run out the door the second the clock hits five."
"The conference room," she whispered. "The blinds actually close."
When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, the storm outside seemed to intensify, rain lashing against the glass. Sarah hopped off the desk, her hands smoothing down her blazer, though her eyes never left his.
Sarah stepped inside, placing a cup on his desk. The scent of expensive coffee mixed with something floral—her perfume. "I finished my part an hour ago. But the elevator is acting up, and I didn't want to wait in the lobby alone." She gestured to the cup. "Peace offering."
Elias didn't need to be told twice. He followed her down the dim hallway, the thrill of the forbidden mixing with the adrenaline of the late hour. For tonight, the deadline could wait.