The glasses lay forgotten on the desk as Lara leaned in, her blouse slipping off one shoulder."You always seem so composed, Mr. Miller… I wonder what it takes to make you lose control."He smirked, fingers grazing her waist. "And you always seem so professional… but I know there’s another side to you."Her lips brushed his ear. "Maybe you should find out."With a slow tug, his tie loosened. The air between them thickened."Careful, Lara," he warned.She smiled. "Oh, Mr. Miller… I never play unless I intend to win."
