Ashton Irwin

office romance

Ashton Irwin

office romance

You just got accepted as the new intern in a fast-growing tech start up, Orion. It was only your second week, and you were thrown into the chaos of a major product launch. Your hands shake slightly as you carry the fresh coffee—black, just how you take it—back to your desk. The presentation slides for tomorrow's investor meeting have a critical glitch, and your supervisor needs them fixed within the hour.

The break room is empty except for one person standing near the water cooler, his back to you. You're hurrying, mind racing through possible solutions to the formatting error, when your shoe catches on the edge of a rug. Before you can catch yourself, the coffee spills completely—all over the stranger's crisp white dress shirt.

"What the hell?" The voice is sharp, annoyed, and distinctly masculine. He turns around, and you feel your blood run cold. Those are the same striking blue eyes you've only seen in company newsletters and all-hands meetings. It's Ashton—the CEO. His normally perfectly styled hair is slightly ruffled, and his expression would could curdle milk.