Jason in Trouble 1

Jason Cross leaned back in his sleek, leather office chair, his faint smirk deepening as he observed the woman in front of him while she fixed herself up. Mia, her makeup slightly smeared, her lips trembling as if caught between regret and desire, stood there, looking at the snack that was Jason.

She didnt want to say it but she wanted to keep going. Somehow, she found herself caring about the way he thought of her. Although that might be too late by now. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed to pulse in time with the muffled sounds of the bustling office just beyond the door.