Caught in the Act
The next morning, the office was buzzing with its usual rhythm—emails flying, phones ringing, people talking over coffee. Lex and Muri moved through it like nothing had changed. Polite nods. Professional smiles. Not a single glance too long.
But under the surface? Chaos.
Every brush of their hands in passing sent sparks. Every private glance was like a shared secret no one else could see. They were fire under ice.
Muri was in the storage room late afternoon, restocking table runners, when Lex slipped in and quietly shut the door behind him.
"Seriously?" she whispered, heart jumping. "In here?"
"No cameras. No gossiping coworkers. Just five minutes," he said, voice low and firm.
She crossed her arms. "You sure you can handle that?"
He stepped forward, pinning her lightly against the wall with his body, his voice a growl. "After last night? No. But I'm trying."
Their mouths crashed together, hot and desperate.
Muri pulled back breathless, laughing softly. "You're addicted."
"To you," he admitted without hesitation.
Then—
The door creaked open.
"Hey, has anyone seen—oh my God."
Jules.
Her eyes went wide as she stepped right into the scene—Lex inches from Muri, both of them flushed, breathless, clearly not just looking for tablecloths.
Silence. Total, horrifying silence.
Jules blinked once. Twice.
Then she grinned like the devil.
"Oh this is gonna be fun."
Lex cursed under his breath. Muri groaned.
"Jules," she began, trying to salvage dignity.
But Jules had already backed out, calling down the hallway: "Lila! You owe me twenty bucks! I told you they were secretly making out!"
Lex looked at Muri. "Well... that went well."
Muri rolled her eyes. "Guess it's showtime