Passion of the Billionaire

f anticipation that resonated before an opening night. The gallery, her pride and passion, stood as a testament to years of dedication and hard wor

ns manager, reassured her with a grin. Lisa's dark curls bounced as she moved,

g. "I know. It's just that tonight feels... different."

ery. The guests were arriving, dressed in a cascade of silk, velvet, and understated ele

dressed in a tailored charcoal suit that spoke of power and wealth. His eyes, a stormy gray that seemed to p

ing her. "Looks like the billionaire hims

d back to Lisa. "

raw the attention we need. Besides, I've heard he's not just a collector but a conn

brilliant, and notoriously private. She had read enough articles about his cutthroat business acumen

e got this girl." Lisa said smiling as

d herself, straightening her

is voice smooth and low, carrying a hint of intri

. "I'm glad to hear it. I hope tonight's

dow of a smile gracing his

tion warranted. There was something in his eyes-a mix of curi