Stefan knows better.
Two branch heads, one from Tokyo and one from Paris. One hotel room, two beds, and seven days to launch the company’s first branch in America. Just enough time for everything they’ve pretended not to feel to take up far more space than either of them planned.
It doesn’t happen all at once. It happens in the soup ordered without being asked. In the aspirin thrown at a face on an early morning. In a bowling alley, a skydive, a swing set in the park, and the silence neither of them needs to fill. It happens slowly, and then all at once, and far too fast.
Falling in seven days isn’t the hard part.
The hard part is the airport.
A short, sweet, and steamy MM office romance. Grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, and a hopeful ending.