The door creaked open, and Grace froze in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of her usually ruthless boss—Diana—nuzzled against my chest like a woman stealing a moment of warmth.
For a second, Grace looked like she'd seen a ghost, her mouth slightly ajar before she quickly masked her shock with professional composure. "Boss…" she stammered, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "The car is ready."
Diana didn't even glance up. If anything, she pressed closer to me, her fingers tightening around my arm as if daring Grace to comment. "We'll be right there," she murmured, her voice lazy, almost playful—a stark contrast to the icy authority Grace was used to.
I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips as Diana finally—reluctantly—pulled away, though she kept her hand firmly laced with mine.
