Jason Cross stepped into the office building with his usual stride. He was confident, and composed, and he exuded an effortless charisma that turned heads wherever he went. He had a reputation by now. A reputation built off the back of how he carried himself. And he relished in the fact that people gazed at him in want and envy.
The receptionist, a petite brunette with a sharp, professional demeanour, immediately perked up as he approached, smiling as she always did. There was just something about seeing a handsome man in the morning that was a real pick-me-up. This handsome man who also had a sweet tongue was even better for her. She couldn't help but wonder how sweet his real tongue was.
She noticed the coffee in his hand and greeted him with a teasing smile. "Morning, Jason," she said warmly. "One of these days, you're going to bring me coffee too, right?"
