A TOAST TO SUCCESS.

HARRO.

The day of the party had finally arrived, and I was practically buzzing with excitement. The celebration of the company's successful merger was just a backdrop for what I was really looking forward to: seeing Orion. Just the sound of his name made my heart skip a beat.

For weeks, he'd been dodging me, carefully avoiding any situation that might leave us alone together. I knew why, of course. The tension between us was obvious, and it had nothing to do with the stress of finalizing the merger. No, this was purely sexual tension, and we both knew it.

Orion had tried to keep me at arm's length, always making sure someone else was present during our meetings. But that hadn't stopped me from flirting shamelessly with him every chance I got. I loved watching him squirm, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and desire. It was a delicious game, and I was determined to keep playing until I got what I wanted.

The memory of our previous interactions made me chuckle to myself. At first, Orion had been taken aback by my flirtations, but it hadn't taken long for him to start showing signs of weakness. A blush would rise to his cheeks whenever our fingers touched, and he'd grow tense, his eyes darting away as if trying to escape the spark of attraction between us.

I'd made it a point to stare at him often, just to see the flicker of desire in his eyes. And last night's phone call had been the icing on the cake. His rigid breathing as I teased him about jerking off to his shirtless picture had been music to my ears. But it was what he'd muttered under his breath that had really given me hope: "You can't keep tormenting me like this."

I knew I'd gotten under his skin, and the thought of him being turned on by the image of me jerking off was intoxicating. I would have given anything to see his reaction, to witness the desire written all over his face. The anticipation of what might happen next was almost too much to bear.

As I scanned the room, I dismissed the murmurs of small talk and the clinking of glasses, my focus solely on one person: Orion. Our eyes met, and I reveled in the subtle tension that radiated from his body. His gaze faltered, and he looked away, but not before I caught the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. It was adorable, and I couldn't help but smirk.

I tracked Orion's movements, noticing that he seemed to be making frequent trips to the restroom. This was his third trip tonight, and I wondered if he was trying to compose himself or escape the tension between us. My eyes lingered on the door as I watched him close the door behind him.

I made my way to him as I slipped into the restroom, the door closing softly behind me. Orion's back was to me, his hands gripping the sink as he leaned forward, his face wet from splashing water. His breathing was rapid, and I could sense the tension radiating from his body. He was muttering to himself, his words barely audible, but I caught the phrase "Get it together, damn it!"

As he shook his head, his eyes flicked up to the mirror, and our gazes met. His eyes widened, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the space between us, and I could feel my own heart rate accelerating in response. The silence was palpable, and I knew that this moment was a turning point between us. Whatever happens from this point on would define what the future holds for us, and I was both terrified and excited to find out.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I drew closer to him, the air seemed to thicken with anticipation. His silence was loud, a heavy mist that swirled around us, making my skin prickle with concern. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his hand, seeking to reassure him. But instead of comfort, my touch seemed to ignite a spark within him.

His body stiffened, his muscles coiling like a spring, as his breathing quickened to a ragged pace. A faint flush rose to his cheeks, like the first blush of dawn, and his eyes seemed to darken, as if the pupils were expanding to swallow the irises whole.

Oh, it's like that, huh? The realization dawned on me like a sunrise, casting a warm glow over the scene. I felt a thrill of excitement, a shiver running down my spine, as I gently moved my hand to his face. His eyes closed, his lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as he leaned into my touch.

The intimacy of the moment was almost overwhelming, a heady rush of emotion that left me breathless. I smiled, a triumphant smile, knowing that I had finally breached his defenses. The tension between us was a living, breathing thing, a spark that had ignited into a flame.

As I stood toes-to-toes with him, our faces inches apart, the air seemed to vibrate with anticipation. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, a warm, golden glow that seemed to envelop me. My own desire was rising to the surface, a tidal wave of emotion that threatened to consume me.

But just as our lips were about to meet, Orion's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. He placed a hand on my chest, stopping me, his fingers splayed across my skin like a brand.

"Not here," he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl that sent shivers down my spine. He nodded, indicating that I should follow him, and I did, my heart racing with anticipation. Where was he leading me? And what would happen when we were alone?