My Naughty Self

Isabella Hughes stood at the rooftop bar, holding a glass of champagne. The city skyline sparkled in the distance. It was beautiful, but it felt overwhelming tonight. She'd spent years climbing her way up in the city, but now, up on that rooftop, she felt a bit lost.

The gala was meant to celebrate her company's successes. Izzy was usually great at working a room. But tonight, it felt like the crowd was closing in on her. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending into a loud noise that made her want to slip away.

She sipped her drink and let her eyes wander around the party. That's when she spotted him.

He was leaning against the wall, looking incredibly cool in a fitted suit. His dark hair framed a strong face, with a sharp jaw and eyes that seemed to draw people in without him trying. He wasn't mingling like everyone else. He seemed completely at ease.

When their eyes met, everything else faded away for a moment. His gaze was strong, almost as if he could see right through her. For a second, Izzy felt an odd connection. Then, he smiled a little, and her heart raced.

Who was this guy? Why did it feel like he knew her, even though they'd never met?

Feeling a bit uneasy, Izzy quickly turned away. She didn't come here to deal with mysterious guys. Her career had taught her to stay in control. She wasn't about to let some charming stranger rattle her.

But fate had other plans, it seemed.

Not having fun? he asked. His voice was deep and smooth. It came from behind her.

Startled, she almost spilled her drink. When she turned around, he was standing so close she could see every detail of his face. He was even more attractive up close, and the scent of his cologne made her a little lightheaded. It felt like he could read her thoughts.

"I'm having a great time," she said, putting on her best professional smile. "And you are?"

"I'm David," he said, with that same hint of a smile. "And you?"