Page 26 of Yes Boss
“The Q3 growth estimate.”
Ishani’s spine stayed straight. Only her eyes moved.
“Finance verified these yesterday,” she said carefully. “But I can double-check if you’d like.”
“Do that.”
The words vibrated in the narrow space between them. He reached across her to turn the page. His sleeve brushed her arm, slow enough to register. Controlled enough to be deliberate.
“And this section,” he added quietly, “needs restructuring.”
The glass walls caught their reflection—his broad frame curved over hers, her smaller figure held in place by nothing more than proximity.
Ishani’s pencil stalled mid-stroke as his hand settled on the back of her chair. His little finger hovered close enough that she felt the heat of it through the fabric of her jacket, a near-touch that made her shoulder tense.
“There’s more.”
His voice was low, close. The scent of him deepened as he leaned forward to retrieve another report. His sleeve brushed her wrist. Then he reached past her for a pen that already lay within her reach, his chest almost grazing her shoulder, his breath warm against her temple.
Beyond the glass, movement slowed. A conversation paused. Someone glanced their way, then looked again before turning aside. Raghav caught his reflection in the glass—the corner of his mouth lifting, barely there. He knew what it looked like.
He didn’t step back.
“The Singapore presentation,” he said, pulling the folder free. “We need to adjust the timeline.”
Ishani’s fingers tightened around the edge of the file, careful not to touch the place where his hand had been. “Of course. What changes?”
“Show me what you have.”
She opened her laptop. As the screen lit up, Raghav shifted closer, erasing the last inches between them. His shoulder pressed against hers, fabric catching briefly before settling. He tapped the screen once, leaving a faint mark on the glass.
“This transition,” he said. “And this visual. It doesn’t land.”
The skin at her throat jumped. Once. Then again.
Her breath hitched before she caught it. Raghav noticed. The awareness sparked something slow and dark in his chest. Satisfaction. Primal satisfaction. She felt him.
“I’ll rework it today,” she said. The last word came softer, breathless. Her fingers pressed to the laptop’s edge before she closed it the moment he straightened.
She gathered the files with care. When he shifted again, she angled her body away, reclaiming space inch by inch. As she stood, she adjusted just enough to keep her jacket from brushing his arm.
“That will be all for now,” he said, returning to the head of the desk. His tone had cooled, but the heat hadn’t left his eyes. “I want the revisions by noon.”
“Yes, Boss.”
She didn’t meet his eyes. Balancing the laptop and folders with practiced precision, she turned toward the door, her posture flawless again.
Raghav watched her leave. The glass reflected him standing still, composed, in control. And utterly aware of the line he was no longer pretending he hadn’t crossed.
As she reached the door, his voice stopped her. “And Ishani?”
She turned, face composed, eyes alert now. “Yes?”
“Clear your lunch hour,” he said. “We’ll need to discuss the Singapore presentation further.”
It wasn’t a request. They both knew it.
“Of course.” She inclined her head once and slipped out, returning to her desk without looking back.
