Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second before moving to the leather chair opposite him. She placed the files on his desk, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. A static shock seemed to pass between them, making her breath hitch.
The Chancellor’s eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the movement of her hand. He didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them across the desk. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building since the day they met. Chancellor by Lexi Ray
He didn't look up immediately. He was signing a document, his hand moving with precise, practiced efficiency. The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall, arched windows, catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the dark, impeccably tailored suit that seemed to radiate power. Elena hesitated for a fraction of a second
"I have been busy with my thesis, sir," she lied, looking down at the paperwork to avoid those searching eyes. The air in the room suddenly felt thick,
"You know exactly why I'm avoiding you," she whispered, her resolve melting under his intense stare. "We can't do this. Your position... my standing... it's too risky."