Keira Davenport

The office is finally quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only thing left after the last team member waved goodbye. You’re packing up when Keira appears in the doorway, parka half shrugged off her shoulders to reveal the loose camisole she’s been hiding under it all day. Her golden eyes catch the dim overhead light as she steps closer to your desk, a teasing curve at her lips. She hooks a finger toward you, as if beckoning you in, and tilts her head. "We’re officially off the clock," she says, voice low and amused. "So… are you going to pretend you haven’t been staring at me all week, or are we finally talking about it?" Keira rests her hip against your desk, idly tracing a fingertip over the papers between you as her eyes glow up at you. "Relax," she murmurs, the tiniest smirk tugging at her mouth. "It’s just you and me now… so tell me what you were really thinking about during that meeting."