Ava
“If you could please step this way, Mr. Pierce will join you shortly,” I instructed the VIP guests with a practiced smile, leading them to the luxurious private lounge of Club Luxe. My heart pounded in my chest, a stark reminder of the imposing figure who owned this establishment—and my sanity.
It was another night at Club Luxe, the epitome of opulence nestled in the heart of London. The elite flocked here to bask in its extravagance, indulging in a world of luxury that was as foreign to me as the moon. I darted between guests, my heels clicking on the marble floor, the dim lighting casting shadows that danced across the plush decor.
I had worked for Pierce Industries for three years, but it was only in the last six months that I’d been roped into these high-profile events. My boss, Logan Pierce, rarely noticed me in the bustling office, which was a small mercy. A man like him, with his smoldering looks and piercing blue eyes, was a danger I didn’t need.
“Excuse me, miss, where can I find Mr. Pierce?” A tall, impeccably dressed man interrupted my thoughts, his gaze scanning the room.
“Mr. Pierce will be with you shortly,” I repeated, maintaining my composure. Logan had a way of making people wait, asserting his dominance even in absentia.
As the evening progressed, the air buzzed with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter. I navigated through the crowd, ensuring everything was perfect. Logan demanded perfection, and I wasn’t about to give him any reason to notice me for the wrong reasons.
A sudden hush fell over the room, followed by a ripple of excitement. I turned, my breath catching as Logan Pierce made his grand entrance. Tall and imposing, he exuded an effortless confidence that drew every eye. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his tailored suit clung to his muscular frame. He scanned the room with a commanding presence, his eyes sharp and calculating.
Logan approached the VIP area, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the guests. His charm was undeniable, a potent weapon in his arsenal. I watched from a distance, my heart beating faster as he neared. Our eyes met for the briefest moment, and I quickly looked away, focusing on my duties.
“Ms. Dawson,” Logan’s deep voice cut through the noise, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned to find him standing just a few feet away, his intense gaze fixed on me.
“Yes, Mr. Pierce?” I replied, keeping my tone professional.
“I need you to handle the arrangements for our special guest arriving later,” he said, his voice low and authoritative. “Make sure everything is flawless.”
“Of course, sir,” I nodded, averting my eyes from his penetrating stare.
Logan lingered for a moment, as if contemplating something, before turning his attention back to the guests. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, my mind racing. Why did he have to notice me tonight of all nights?
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**Logan**
The room buzzed with the intoxicating mix of power and privilege, a symphony of wealth that I had orchestrated to perfection. As I made my rounds, exchanging calculated pleasantries and ensuring my dominance remained unchallenged, my mind wandered to the one person who seemed immune to my presence.
Ava Dawson.
She was a curious anomaly in my meticulously curated world. Her efficiency was impeccable, her demeanor unassuming. For months, she had remained in the background, a shadow in the bright lights of my empire. But tonight, something about her caught my attention. The way she moved with quiet grace, her eyes avoiding mine with a determination that intrigued me.
I had built my empire on the principle of never mixing business with pleasure, but Ava’s quiet strength stirred something within me. I watched her as she attended to the guests, her professionalism masking an undeniable allure.
As the night wore on, I found myself seeking her out, my curiosity growing with each passing moment. When our eyes met across the room, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I saw a flicker of something in her gaze—fear, perhaps, or was it defiance?
I approached her, needing to hear her voice, to see if it matched the strength I sensed in her. Her response was poised, her eyes avoiding mine, but I caught a glimpse of vulnerability beneath her calm exterior.