NoelleI stand up to stretch my legs, having kicked off my heels hours ago. I glance over at Liam, who is totally absorbed in his work—no surprise there—the white glow of the computer screen highlighting his square jawline. He even looks yummy deep in concentration.
I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of working late, but it’s actually been nice to work alongside Liam after hours. I didn’t think he’d ever heard of the term “relax” before, but he’s loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt. We’ve even had a little casual conversation that didn’t have to do with work. Plus, with his shirt unbuttoned, when he shifts in his seat, his shirt strains enticingly across his well-defined pecs. I don’t hate it. Not in the least.
I swallow and force myself to look away. I should real
