Chapter TwentyThree

Monica's lips twisted into a cheeky smile, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and defiance.

"Oh," She scoffed, moving closer to Caleb. "I didn't realize I was now required to call you before coming to your office," she joked, her voice light and teasing, but with an hint of something that suggested a deeper familiarity.

Caleb's shoulders fell slightly, and he let out a frustrated sigh while running his hand through his hair.

"Let's talk in my office," he murmured, his tone low as he cast a short glance my way.

I quickly looked away, pretending to be focused on my task.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my mind was far from focused.

For that little second, I could feel the weight of his gaze, which sent my mind spinning.

Caleb turned without saying anything further and led Monica down the hallway, her heels clicking fiercely on the floor.

The office came back to life around me, with everyone returning to their tasks, but I could still sense the tension in the