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Roman & Gunner: Office Gossip - Deleted Scene
I sit at my desk, staring at the reports in front of me. The numbers blur, replaced by the only image I can’t shake: Sophia’s wide eyes, her flushed cheeks, the way her ponytail swayed as she turned her head, sending that intoxicating scent wafting my way. My hand tightens on the pen, the tip snapping under the pressure.
“Fucking unbelievable,” Gunner’s voice cuts through the haze as he barrels into my office, slamming the door shut behind him.
I glance up, trying to mask the chaos roiling in my chest, but it’s no use. Gunner’s sharp eyes catch everything. “What’s unbelievable, Gunner?” My tone is clipped, but it doesn’t faze him.
“She’s here. Miles’ daughter.” He flops into the chair across from me, spreading his long legs like he owns the room. “And holy hell, Sophie is a fucking knockout.”
“It’s Sophia,” I correct, my voice colder than I intended. I roll the broken pen between my fingers, trying to keep my composure. “And she’s off-limits.”
Gunner barks out a laugh. “Yeah? Good luck with that, big guy. Did you see her? Jesus Christ, Roman, you’re sitting here acting like you didn’t notice the way she walked into this place and turned it upside down.”
I glare at him. “Keep your voice down.”
“Oh, relax. Miles isn’t lurking in the damn walls.” Gunner leans forward, his grin wicked. “But seriously, what the hell was he thinking? Bringing her here. To us. It’s like handing a pack of wolves a lamb and saying, ‘Don’t eat.’”
My grip tightens on the pen until the plastic creaks. “She’s not a lamb.”
“No, she’s not. She’s more like... temptation wrapped in a tight little package. And that tank top? Those leggings? Jesus, I’m only human.” Gunner scrubs a hand through his messy hair, his grin softening into something almost boyish. “Did you catch the way she looked at you?”
My jaw tightens. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on, Roman. Don’t play dumb. She practically froze when she saw you, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to run or crawl across your desk.” He pauses, his grin widening. “And the way you looked at her... man, if looks could undress.”
“Enough,” I snap, the sharpness in my voice making Gunner hold up his hands in mock surrender.
“Relax, Bambino,” he says, smirking at the nickname he knows will irritate me. “I’m just saying, Miles has lost his damn mind. Does he honestly think we’re going to keep our distance? That we can?”
“We have to.” The words come out like a growl. “Miles trusts us.”
“And that’s his first mistake.” Gunner’s grin fades, replaced by something darker, more serious. “He should know better than to dangle someone like Sophie in front of us. Especially with how things ended with Bella.”
I don’t respond, the mention of Bella digging into old wounds I’d rather forget. Gunner leans back, watching me like he’s waiting for me to break.
“She’s trouble,” I say finally, the weight of the words settling in the room.
Gunner nods, his smirk returning, softer this time. “Yeah. The kind of trouble you don’t walk away from.”
Before I can respond, my office door creaks open, and we both freeze. Sophia stands in the doorway, her wide eyes darting between us. My heart slams against my ribs.
“Am I interrupting?” she asks, her voice soft, hesitant.
Gunner’s grin spreads, easy and charming. “Not at all, Sophie. We were just talking about you.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks to me for reassurance. I can’t speak, my throat tight as I watch her shift under the weight of our stares.
“Roman?” Her voice pulls me out of my daze, and I force myself to stand, my movements slow, deliberate.
“You’re not interrupting,” I say, my voice steady despite the chaos inside. “What do you need, Sophia?”
She hesitates, then smiles, the kind of smile that could shatter a man. “I just... wanted to ask where I could find some supplies for my office.”
“I’ll show you,” Gunner says, standing before I can respond. He throws me a look, a mix of mischief and warning, then turns back to her. “Come on, Sophie. I’ll give you the grand tour.”
She nods, her ponytail bouncing as she steps back to let him lead the way. Gunner pauses at the door, glancing back at me with a grin that’s equal parts challenge and promise.
“You coming, Roman?” he asks, his tone teasing.
I stay rooted in place, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Go ahead,” I say, my voice low.
As the door closes behind them, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The tension in my chest doesn’t ease. If anything, it tightens, because I know Gunner’s right.
We’re all completely, utterly screwed.
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