Beneath the flames
r 1: Spark
declaration of war. Her perfectly tailored navy blazer swayed as she marched toward the conference room, ign
could melt glaciers-or enrage them further. His dark suit fit him like a second skin, e
ipping through a folder wi
g her leather briefcase onto the table with a re
us smile as he finally looked up. "Not an
ting began, but her mind was a storm of annoyance
tions, Adrian always seemed to be one step ahead, his smug confidenc
, every word a weapon. When Adrian leaned forward to counter her argument, the proximity se
ian said, his voice smooth an
her pulse betrayed her. "Unlike you, I do
nd that sent heat crawling up he
things, refusing to look at him. But as she
said, not as a ques
nd, her eyes blaz
eyes gleaming with challenge. "We're on the sam
The thought of spending more time with him-of peeling back the layer
pinning on her heel and walking away, her
d, a mix of triumph and something