damien relnsivano

She entered Tristan’s house, calling his name softly, but there was no answer. Her eyes scanned the rooms, but it seemed like no one was home. She needed to get these papers to him, so she made her way toward the backyard, figuring he might be outside. As she stepped onto the patio, she froze. There he was—Tristan, lounging in the pool, his bare chest glistening with water. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn’t move. He looked… stunning. But she quickly reminded herself that she couldn’t let that affect her. She was his assistant. He was her boss. She couldn’t let herself fall for him, no matter how hard he tried to show how much he cared. Tristan’s eyes lifted, locking with hers, and a knowing smile spread across his face. Look who’s here? he said, his voice low