Days turned into weeks, and their professional tension began to blur into something else. Lingering glances. Casual touches. The way Daniel's voice softened when he spoke to her.
Then came the company gala.
Emma wore a deep red dress, her hair cascading in loose waves. When Daniel saw her, his breath caught. "You look…"
She smiled. "Presentable enough for Sterling & Co.?"
"Stunning," he murmured.
The night was a whirlwind of dancing and stolen moments. And when he pulled her onto the balcony under the stars, his hand brushing hers, Emma knew—this was more than just a job.
"Emma," he said quietly, "I think I'm falling for you."
Her heart raced. "That's highly unprofessional, Mr. Sterling."
He grinned. "Then fire me."
And before she could reply, he kissed her.