From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 249

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 249**

The corners of his mouth turned upward, a smirk blossoming on his lips that exuded a languid, almost devastating confidence, rendering me momentarily breathless.

With an effortless grace, he raised a hand and waved in my direction. The collective intake of breath from my coworkers was palpable, akin to an audience witnessing a live performance.

I managed a feeble wave in return, my heart racing as if it were about to burst from my chest.

“Oh my God,” one of the girls gasped, her eyes wide with admiration. “If he doesn’t look at me like that, I don’t want him.”

I rolled my eyes, though I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my pulse quickening in response to the electrifying atmosphere.

Just as I began to regain my composure, a wave of hushed gasps and excited whispers surged behind me. My coworkers scattered like startled roaches when the lights flick on. Susan practically hurled herself into her chair, while Grace hastily grabbed her phone, pretending to type an email, though her attention was clearly elsewhere.

Puzzled, I frowned, wondering what had caused such a commotion—until I felt a warm breath tickle my ear.

“Was I the topic of discussion?”

I jumped, spinning around to face the source of that voice.

Roman was standing so close behind me that I could detect the intoxicating scent of his cologne, enveloping me in a familiar embrace. For a heartbeat, my thoughts short-circuited, leaving me momentarily speechless.

“Roman,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “You scared me.”

His smile was slow and deliberate, the kind that sent shivers down my spine. “That wasn’t my intention. I came to see you,” he replied, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that reverberated through me.

“I thought you were here for business,” I said, glancing toward the glass wall where my boss was conspicuously absent.

“I was,” he admitted, leaning casually against my desk, one hand resting on its surface while the other found its place on the armrest of my chair, effectively caging me in. “But then I realized there’s someone far more interesting than any merger.”

My heart fluttered wildly at his words. “Roman, everyone’s watching,” I whispered, my cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

He tilted his head slightly, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Let them.”

And then, without a moment’s hesitation, he kissed me. Right there, in the middle of my workplace. The kiss wasn’t deep or passionate, but it didn’t need to be. His lips brushed against mine with a deliberate slowness, as if he wanted everyone in the room to know exactly who I belonged to.

Gasps echoed throughout the office; I could have sworn someone dropped a pen in shock.

Mortified, I buried my face in his chest, whispering, “Roman, my boss—”

“Won’t fire you,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my hair. “Terry wants me happy.”

“That’s not how this works!” I protested quietly, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“It is today,” he replied with an unwavering confidence.

I exhaled, torn between the desire to crawl under my desk and the overwhelming urge to melt into him. His hand slid down my neck, sending goosebumps racing up my spine.

He smiled, a charming, disarming grin that made my heart skip a beat. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

“What?” I blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. “Roman, we literally live together.”

When I turned back around, the entire floor had fallen into a stunned silence. Then, as if on cue, Susan leaned over her cubicle wall, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Girl,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “What was that?”

I couldn’t help but smile, trying desperately not to blush. “That,” I said, “was my fiancé asking me out.”

She blinked, her surprise evident. “Again? Don’t you two, like, live together?”

“Yeah.” My gaze drifted toward the door through which Roman had just exited, a smile creeping onto my face. “But I guess he still likes to make it official.”

Grace sighed dreamily, her voice laced with envy. “If he doesn’t treat me like that, I don’t want him.”

“Careful,” I teased, “You might have to unlock your inner jester first.”

Laughter bubbled up among us, and for once, I joined in, my heart still racing, my lips tingling from his touch, the scent of him still lingering in the air around me.

As I turned back to my computer screen, pretending to work, one thought lingered in my mind like an unshakeable spark.

I had spent the morning loathing my cubicle. But at this moment, with my heart still fluttering and Roman’s words echoing in my ears—*Have dinner with me tonight*—I couldn’t think of a single thing I hated less.

Because the truth was beautifully simple.

The hottest man I had ever met just asked me out on a date. And he was mine.