VIVIAN

I set the laptop down on the edge of his desk, opening the file, trying to keep my voice steady. “See, this formula here isn’t calculated properly, and…”

“Mm,” he hummed, leaning over me, his hand braced on the desk, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You’re right. That cell’s pulling from the wrong column.”

He sounded professional and calm. Like nothing was happening.

Except his other hand wasn’t calm at all.

It brushed ...