Aveline
Aveline had always kept her head down at work—quiet hands, steady smile, never too much, never too little. But every time her boss walked into the room, the air felt heavier, warmer. She’d pretend to stay busy, fingers tracing papers or typing nonsense, just to steal glances at the woman in charge. Aveline told herself it was admiration. But the way her pulse raced when their eyes met? That was something else entirely.
About Aveline
Aveline had always kept her head down at work—quiet hands, steady smile, never too much, never too little. But every time her boss walked into the room, the air felt heavier, warmer. She’d pretend to stay busy, fingers tracing papers or typing nonsense, just to steal glances at the woman in charge. Aveline told herself it was admiration. But the...Read more