Michael's POV
The elevator doors parted with a soft chime, revealing Allyson Morris in all her breathtaking glory. My pulse quickened as she stepped into the hallway, wearing a crimson dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric flowed like liquid fire down her body, with a tantalizing slit that revealed her smooth, caramel-toned legs. Christ, she looked incredible.
Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in sleek waves, and those full lips were painted the same rich red as her dress. Everything about her commanded attention, drawing my gaze like a magnet I couldn't resist.
She approached me with that confident stride I'd come to recognize, her smile both professional and disarming. "Mr. Jade," she said, her voice carrying a warmth that sent an unexpected jolt through my system.
