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Elias walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate. He stopped just inches away, the air crackling with a decade of unspoken history. He didn't reach for her; he didn't have to. The magnetism was a physical force, a pull born of mutual respect and a shared, hardened ambition.

A soft knock at the mahogany door preceded Clara, his lead architect. She was thirty-eight, a woman who moved with the confidence of someone who had long ago stopped trying to please everyone and started pleasing herself. She wore a deep emerald silk blouse that caught the light, and her dark hair was swept up, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. sexy hard mature

He smiled, a rare, genuine expression that didn't quite reach his professional persona. It was the smile of a man who recognized a peer. He reached out then, his hand steady as he adjusted the collar of her blouse. His thumb brushed against the skin of her throat, a brief, searing contact that made her breath hitch. Elias walked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate

She met his stare, unblinking. "I don't do anything halfway, Elias. You know that." The magnetism was a physical force, a pull

He turned, his gaze lingering on her for a heartbeat longer than professional courtesy required. "And the blueprints?"

"Then let's go show them what 'halfway' looks like to people like us," he said.

"The board is ready, Elias," she said, her voice a low, steady hum.