Flirtatious with the Engineer of the Project: The Engineer Who

Elbergaslocas

Sudoki3, Elbergaslocas

The afternoon sun cast long, industrial shadows across the construction trailer, but her presence made the cramped space feel like a sanctuary. She traced a blueprint line with a single, deliberate finger, her knuckle brushing against the back of my hand, sending a jolt of pure lightning up my arm. Her gaze, when it lifted to meet mine, held a challenge that had nothing to do with concrete or steel. A slow, knowing smile graced her lips as she leaned in, the scent of her perfume, wild jasmine and clean air, clouding my every professional thought. My breath hitched as her fingertips gently brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead, her touch feather-light yet branding my skin. The world outside, the distant growl of machinery, faded into a meaningless hum, replaced by the frantic drumming of my own heart. I could feel the warmth radiating from her, a magnetic pull that drew me helplessly closer, closing the small, charged space between us. Her whispered words about structural integrity were a mere pretense, a veil for the unspoken desire shimmering in the humid air. In that suspended moment, every rational objection dissolved, leaving only the raw, aching need to feel her lips finally meet mine. It was a surrender not to a business deal, but to the terrifying, beautiful inevitability of her.