Michael's POV
The Noah project report sat on my desk screen as Allyson leaned over my shoulder, her fingertip tracing across the monitor. Her proximity sent waves of heat through my body that I fought to suppress.
The subtle scent of her skin invaded my senses, making concentration impossible. Every instinct screamed at me to pull her closer, to feel her body pressed against mine. My hands remained rigid on the desk surface, fighting the urge to reach for her.
This woman was becoming my weakness. The carefully constructed barriers I had built over years were crumbling under her gentle presence. She made me want things I had sworn off long ago, things that could destroy the control I had worked so hard to maintain.
What did she see when she looked at me? Most women were drawn to my wealth and status. But Allyson seemed to search for something deeper, something I refused to offer anyone.
