The Billionaire Unexpected Evening

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nt I made to her has resurfaced, forceful and honest. Fascination is a lukewarm and inadequate adjective to express the gravitational attraction. She entices me in the same way as the moon does the ocean, an elemental power threatening to take me into unknown depths. I returned because I was really charmed by you. The echoes of my confession vibrate throughout me. In that little interaction, I revealed more true vulnerability than in many years among the elite. And she had replied to my frankness with heroism and humor, answering my curiosity with her own lighthearted boldness. I had not intended on inviting her to supper. However, as I watched her sweep back those mahogany hair with gentle fingertips, the question exited my lips without permission. Her shocked and hesitant face haunts me. She accepted. I relax in my chair; the materials I've studied many times are now a haze. Yes, it is just one word, yet it has the attraction of an undiscovered region, both terrifying and thrilling. Tomorrow at eight o'clock. I shall see her again, not just as the interesting barista, but as Calla, a lady whose mysteries I am eager to understand. A tap on my office door wakes me up from my daydreams. I straightened and hurriedly arranged the strewn papers. "Enter." My assistant enters, her countenance reflecting her amazement at the chaos on my normally spotless desk. I dismiss her quiet query while arranging the papers. "My apologies, I was just..." "Distracted?" She hints quietly, her brow arched. "Seeking a misplaced dossier,"