Mr Billionaire's Accidental Heiress

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vents of last night in my mind-the sparkling ballroom, the towering heels, the disastrous champagne spill... and, of course, Liam Bennett. I barely slept, my

ork's most eligible bachelor, had actually wanted me to reach out. And now, I'm about to meet him for coffee. Just coffee, I rem

amount of daylight. And there he is, seated in a corner booth, looking out the window. Today, he's dressed more casually in a dark sweater, his hair sligh

ow smile spreads across his face. I feel my cheeks flush, but

and collected, even though my insides

table. He gestures to the seat across from him

nto his seat, his eyes still on me with that stea

e relaxed than I feel. "Thanks for inviting m

t of amusement flickering i

a bit... clumsy," I say, feeling my cheeks warm again. "And you

table, his gaze never leaving mine. "Maybe

ds. The way he says "memorable" makes it sound like

my voice light. "I'm sure you don't me

es slightly, his gaze turning thoughtful. "You seemed real. Honest. I meet

CEO, actually liked my awkward, stumbling introducti

brief silence after the waiter leaves, and I find myself nervously stirring my spo

aning back slightly, "what

e asks it that makes me want to answer honestly. "Well, I moved here a couple of months ago for a job in

ul. "A fresh start can be complicated.

e to feel out of place. I wouldn't have guessed someone like him-a man who practically owns th

oo?" I ask, curiosity g

es his head, his expression guarded. "Sometimes," he admits, though his t

hing unsaid and powerful, as though we're both hovering on the edge of

en?" I ask, desperate

afé. "No, actually. I thought it

ease. "Well, I'm honored. I guess this

mile. "At least here, there's no ris

right and unguarded. "Well, I'll do my be

, feeling my nerves slowly ebb away. For the first time since I sat down, I fe

and fixing me with an intense gaze. "So, Sophia Green,

ke he's savoring the sound. "Oh, it's not very interesting," I say quickly, feeling the

ne with an unwavering intensity. "People don

ng something in me that no one else has noticed. It's both thrillin

sual, "I may not be a high-powere

ghtly, as if he's trying to decipher a hidden me

w, it feels profound coming from him. "I... don't know," I admit, feeling m

ds. "Maybe that's what New York is for

round. It's like he's daring me to think bigger, to want more than just gett

re I can protest, and I don't bother trying to argue. Somehow, paying for coffee feels li

gering look, his eyes holding mine just a momen

that I can't quite explain. This wasn't just coffee. It feels like the

er, even after he's gone. There's a part of me that wants

forced smile, but a real, unguarded grin. I have no idea what just happ