The Billionaire's Secret Proposal

m that night. The conversation had been intense, but not in the way she expected. Sure, they talked about the project-her designs, the new

sion for expansion, and the need for innovation. But it wasn't just his words that had held her attention. It was the way he'd looked a

ility beneath his otherwise impeccable exterior. But those moments were fleeting, as though

pull to Leo that she couldn't ignore, no matter how hard she tried. It wasn't just the

, waiting for her to stumble. The pressure was constant, but it was a pressure she had come to expect. What she didn'

m on the 40th floor of Caldwell Enterprises. She was finalizing her team's latest progress on the headquarter

rom him since their dinner, and while a small part of her was relieved, another part

ar from the start that he didn't mix business with personal matter

soft knock on the door, followed by

would like to see yo

latest work? Or was this another one of those "tests" he seemed so f

she caught sight of Eleanor, wh

her voice quiet but carryin

stomach flipping

ated at his desk, looking as composed as ever, but there was a sharpness in h

oice smooth, almost soot

as she settled into the chair across from him. There was a coldness in the air, an impenetrable distance between them, and yet... there

asual, though she could tell there was a sharpness in his words. "The revision

every detail, trying to meet his impossible standards. To hear that it wasn't e

eping her voice steady. "I'll review the latest revisions tonigh

s he studied her. "I appreciate your dedication. But

ightly. "What is

in thought, as though he were weighing something heavy on his mind. The silence between them s

noticed something about you, Olivia. You don

urrowed. "I don

g in the otherwise silent room. He stopped just in front of her

and dangerous. "And while that might be eno

and Olivia could smell the faint scent of his col

ed, her pulse racing at the closeness of

to take the kind of risks I need from you. Not just in this proje

acing. The tension in the room was palpable,

asked, her voice bar

ing amusement. "Exactly. I need you to stop holding back. You c

dy herself. "I'm doing everything

I want to see you push yourself. I want to see if you can handle the kind of pressure t

moment, she wasn't sure if she was trembl

intensity passing like a storm cloud. He straightened up and took a step

tone now businesslike once more. "But I expect resu

he had ever imagined, not just professionally, but personally. There was something more between

ing thoughts. What had he meant by his words? And why did she fe

way, the truth was undeniable: she was in