Denials of a Billionaire

ghts, the laughter, the clinking of champagne glasses-it all felt so foreign to her. Yet, here she was, attending an ex

tire week nervously preparing, picking out a dress that was flattering but not too flashy-just enough to fit in without drawin

succeed. But moments like this, surrounded by people who had wealth, privilege, and opportunities at their fingertips, made her f

ink that did nothing to quell the gnawing feeling in her sto

ian

sed in a tailored suit that made her think of expensive luxury, his dark eyes scanned the room with the same detached air that e

She had heard whispers in the industry about his ambition, his genius, and his ruthless drive, but standing there, watching

met acros

eve she had been caught staring. Her heart raced in a way she didn't want to adm

one of these?" a deep, smoot

f face-to-face with Julian. The last thin

she could still string words together.

gaze flicked to the other guests, many of whom were too busy networking to notice

don't seem like the type wh

or a moment longer than necessary. "Mayb

em. There was no denying the chemistry, but neither of them seemed eager to acknowledge it

is voice lowering. "Are you h

wry. "Bit of b

ling with curiosity. "Would you

, a voice called out to

oudness of his voice cutting through the quiet. "

urned to Julian. "Sorry,

understanding smile.

him. He was still watching her, his expression unreadable, and for some