Free Web NovelChapter 30: Chapter 30 Coffee
Sylvia’s POV
Caesar’s deep voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of fatigue and amusement.
I paused what I was doing and glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of my computer screen.
"Aren’t you busy today? How do you have time to pick me up?" I asked, clicking open another document and quickly scanning its contents.
"I planned ahead," he replied, his voice softening. "Too many unpredictable elements around lately. I don’t like the thought of you heading home alone."
A warmth bloomed in my chest. I reached up, fingers brushing against my earlobe as my lips curled into a helpless smile.
"I still have to wrap up this proposal. Deadline’s tomorrow."
"Then I’ll just swing by and crash your office."
The line went dead before I could stop him.
"Caesar, don’t—" I started, but all I got was a flat beep. I stared at my phone, then at the quiet office around me.
It was well past business hours, but a few diligent souls still pecked away at their keyboards. If Caesar showed up now—especially in his usual tailored suit and too-handsome-for-this-building face—he’d draw every pair of eyes like a magnet.
My ears burned at the thought of the side-eyes and smirks. The last thing I wanted was to become office gossip.
I tried to focus on my screen, my fingers moving automatically across the keyboard as I formulated a damage control plan. Maybe he’d be subtle—though nothing about Caesar had ever been subtle.
Sure enough, just as the last of my coworkers packed up, the glass door slid open with a hushed swoosh. There he was, framed in the twilight glow and office light—tall, broad-shouldered, in a deep gray suit with his tie casually loosened. One hand clutched a paper bag steeped in the rich aroma of coffee and fresh bread.
He looked like a magazine cover, all sharp lines and impossible calm.
Caesar walked straight to me, set the bag down, and pulled up a chair like he owned the place.
"What are we working on?" he asked, leaning in.His breath brushed my ear, mingling with the scent of coffee and cedarwood cologne. My pulse stuttered.
I shifted slightly away, gesturing to the spreadsheet on the screen. "Vertex proposal. The data sets still need restructuring."
Caesar nodded, then rolled up his sleeves. "Let’s do it."
He took the mouse, his long fingers moving skillfully. His movements were clean and efficient, quickly creating a clear framework. I watched him work intently, feeling ripples of affection in my chest. His slightly furrowed brow and focused gaze made me feel secure in a way I never did with Zane. ƒreewebɳovel.com
The office fell quiet except for the sound of typing and our steady breathing. Occasionally we exchanged glances, silently communicating about the work’s progress.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder with Caesar, with the coffee aroma slowly dispersing in the air, I felt incredibly at peace. In this moment, all my troubles seemed to vanish.
"Still working on the Vertex project?" Caesar asked with concern, his deep gaze falling on my slightly tired face.
I nodded, my fingertips tapping lightly on the desk. The bond between us hummed with energy, though I’d been denying it for years while chasing a false dream.
"I feel the proposal’s structure is complete and the data is comprehensive, but something’s missing..."
Caesar pondered for a moment, his long fingers rhythmically tapping the desk. As Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack and the man who secretly controlled all wolf packs in America, he understood business better than anyone I knew.
"Perhaps you should delve deeper into the core aspects of all Vertex park projects—design philosophy, target customers, operational models—before analyzing the data and generating the proposal."
He picked up the bread from the table, broke off a small piece, and held it out to me. The gesture was natural and intimate, tinged with barely perceptible indulgence that made my wolf preen with satisfaction.
"It’s like a chef preparing fine cuisine. Only by understanding the characteristics of the ingredients can you create truly spectacular dishes," he said, his eyes never leaving me.
I took the bread Caesar offered, biting into it gently.
The sweet, wheaty aroma filled my mouth, instantly washing away the exhaustion from working overtime. I could feel Caesar’s intense gaze on me, his eyes soft as water, lips curved into a subtle smile that made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin.
The sunset’s golden rays filtered through the office windows, bathing his chiseled features in amber light, highlighting the Alpha power that radiated from him even when he was completely relaxed. His cologne mingled with the coffee aroma, creating a heady scent.
Those broad shoulders and commanding posture exuded the magnetism of a mature Alpha wolf—so different from Zane’s aggressive dominance. Caesar’s power felt like a warm blanket rather than a threatening storm.
"Did you buy this downstairs?" I asked, swallowing the bread and looking up to meet his eyes. The bond between us hummed with electricity when our gazes locked.
Caesar nodded, something tender flickering in those deep eyes that seemed to see straight through my carefully constructed walls.
"I was going to come right up," he explained, "but I saw a few people still working and figured you might feel uncomfortable. So I went downstairs first to get coffee and bread. Didn’t want my Luna going hungry."
My heart fluttered at the casual use of ’my Luna’—a term for an Alpha’s mate.
"Drink it while it’s hot," he said, his voice rumbling through me like distant thunder.
"Thank you," I replied, turning back to my work before he could see the blush warming my cheeks.
I pulled up files of Vertex’s previous projects, studying their design philosophies, target customers, and operational models. As I analyzed the data and gradually refined the proposal, I was acutely aware of Caesar’s presence beside me—his breathing, his scent, the occasional brush of his arm against mine.
Time flowed by, and I finally entered the last data point. I let out a long breath and closed my laptop, turning to wake Caesar.
He had fallen asleep in the chair, his head tilted back slightly, revealing the smooth line of his jaw. I found myself staring at his sleeping face, warmth blooming in my chest. I crept closer, my gaze tracing his features. Those thick lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, the strong bridge of his nose, and slightly pursed lips all emanated the magnetism of a powerful Alpha wolf.
Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers hovering just above his cheek. Just before I could touch his skin, Caesar’s eyes snapped open.
He caught my hand in his, his warm palm enveloping my cool fingers, sending electric tingles up my arm that only a true mate bond could create. His eyes were still clouded with sleep but remained mesmerizing in their intensity.
"Did I wake you?" I asked softly, my heart racing as his thumb traced small circles on the back of my hand.
Caesar shook his head, not releasing my hand. "No, I just woke up." His voice was deep and husky with sleep, made my breath hitch.
He sat up straight, looking at me with those tender eyes that made me feel like the only woman in the world. "Finished the proposal?"
I nodded. "Yes, just now."
Caesar’s lips curved into a warm smile that made my knees weak. "You worked hard."
He stood up and stretched, his broad shoulders and tall frame even more enticing in the office lighting. "Let’s go," he said, taking my hand as naturally as if he’d been doing it for years.
He led me out of the office, the hallway silent except for the crisp sound of my heels clicking against the floor. I followed Caesar, my eyes drawn to his long legs and strong back, feeling a sense of security I couldn’t put into words. freewebnøvel.com
As we walked through the office door, I caught a glimpse of movement—someone quickly snapping a photo of us with their phone, capturing our retreating figures. I tensed slightly, but Caesar’s reassuring squeeze of my hand made me relax again.
In the black Maybach gliding smoothly through the night, Caesar turned to look at me. The streetlights illuminated his handsome features, making my heart skip a beat.
"Instead of going home, would you like to go somewhere with me?" he asked casually, but his eyes held a promise that made my pulse quicken.
