Alistair’s POV

I recline in my chair, keeping an unhurried air about me. “Freya, is there a specific reason you felt the need to stop by my office?”

Her movements are deliberate, purposeful even, as she crosses one leg over the other—a subtle act she undoubtedly knows holds my attention. Meeting my gaze, her serene yet assured demeanor carries an edge that is both vexing and, frustratingly, captivating.

“I grew weary of waiting for you to ...