One Night Stand: The Billionaire's Secret Heir

s commanding-tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a sharp black s

ed with an effortless, innate confidence, the kind that suggested he had never once in his life had to wonder whether he belonged in a room. His sun-bronz

ked, the air left my lungs, and my fingers tightened

immediately slammed the door on it. I hadn't come here to admire the man, nor

but undeniably powerful strides, his

" his voice sm

nd, my knees feeling s

is hand towar

r deity was listening that he wouldn't notice the

gaze for a beat longer than necessary, his chocolate-br

e," he m

down with a fluid grace, and placed his phone face

mmediately, treating Asher with a le

ening, M

m the menu. "The usual wine pairing for the st

ainly

ared, and Asher turned his dark eyes towa

redients, and the total absence of prices made my stomach twist with discomfort. I had no way of knowing if these dish

r life counting pennies, the habit of calculati

tted, a hot blush c

s voice entirely unbot

rassment. Without another word, he returned his attention to his

h an agency just a routine part of his lifestyle? Was I simply another line item in his schedule, a task to be checked off before he moved on to the next deal?

ted vegetables. Asher ordered a rare steak, and with a

managing a massive corporate crisis. For several long moments, neither of us spoke. T

g out before I could stop it. I imm

lifted from

wly up to my

ard, the fabr

focating. "Is this your fi

composure, but a faint glint in his dark eyes suggested t

esting way to sta

y. I didn

ck slightly in his chair, cross

O

hat bot

eighing my wor

fered a brief thank you, and I immediately busied myself with my glass, desperately trying to piece my composure back to

t few bites. I was entirely consumed by the presence of the man sitting directly across from me, the clinical desp

sual questions, likely reading the tension in my shoulders and trying to lighten the

he asked, his deep voice

s admini

y, a slow, intriguing loo

eres

and gradually, the tight knot in my chest began to loosen. When I did speak, he actually listened, though he kept the conversation entirely one-si

Asher placed his linen napk

ea

word was simple. The meaning

utlery down and manag

second before placing mine inside it. His fingers closed around mine, helping me out of my chair with effortless strength, then he w

t threw a soft, golden warmth over the walls. Asher walked right b

ers, desperate for something to look at besides him. The doors slid open with a soft chime. Asher stepped inside, his hand guiding

a private suite. Pulling a sleek key card from his pocket, he swiped it and p

of the space, anchored by a deep cream sofa, rich wooden accents, and anot

ed by a king-sized bed wrapped in crisp, immaculate white line

yway, my arms hanging awkwardly, suddenly ent

the door latch signaled

jacket and unclasped his watch, setting them both onto the entryway table. He was watching me intently now, his expre

e he

taking a few agonizing steps toward him until there was barely any distance left between us. His ga

yourself,

rushed to my cheeks a

throat. Reaching blindly behind my back, my fingers fumb

y purchase. With a slow, agonizing slide, the zipper gave way, and the tension of the bodice fre

ttling in a pool around my feet. I stepped out of the fabric, leaving me standing

exposure. But Asher's focus remained steady. He didn't laugh, nor did he make a single casual remark that might have

y arms to my sides, but I couldn't force myself to meet his eyes. I kept my gaz

, look

d forward, closing the final inch between us, and his palm settled heavily against the bare skin of

low, demanding absolute honesty.I

through the panic to find a final shred o

m s

seemed to snap entirely. His grip tightened around my waist, spinning me around until my back met the cool wall. In a flash,

a single breath before his

a man possessed, his to

phere of the restaurant, and my own careful calculations were