Lois froze.
Slowly, she turned her head—her blood going cold as Ross stepped inside, his tall frame filling the doorway, his gaze dark and unreadable.
A cruel smile curved his lips as he spoke softly, "Good morning, Lois. I trust you slept well?"
Her phone slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Ross's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile as he stepped closer, his polished shoes echoing softly against the wooden floor.
Every movement carried authority, a confidence that radiated like heat and made Lois feel smaller and smaller with each step he took toward her.
He bent down without breaking eye contact, picked up the phone from where it had fallen, and turned it over in his hand.
For a moment, he simply looked at the screen, then at her, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Don't let me interrupt, Lois," he said, voice silky and commanding. "Go on—finish what you started. Set up that meeting with your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend."
