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