Billionaire's Forbidden Obsession

am Carter's intensity lingered in her mind, replaying in snippets like an unwelcome melody. She hated how aware of him she had been d

her laptop. There was no time to dwell on Liam Carter's pres

ted concepts for the hotel, her phone buzzed on the coff

el

s Da

at voice was

too quickly. "I didn't expect

o expectations," Liam replied smooth

s would consider this an inappropriate hour for a business c

forcing calm into her voi

nd, just long enough to make her

said, his tone measured. "I'd like to discus

her notebook. "Of course. What

voice dipping slightly, the faintest edge of command in

... rather late for a m

he countered, a smirk evident even through

d at her pride. "Not

d, almost teasing. "I'll

dead before sh

just intense-he was maddening. And yet, beneath her irritation, there was a flicker

quieter than during the day, the usual bustle replaced by an eerie stillness. She rode th

e to be seen. Instead, the massive oak doors to his office

lightly before

his chair and his tie slightly loosened. He looked up as she e

eaning back in his chai

"You said eight o'clock. I w

he chair across

n beside her. "What adjustme

ssessing. It wasn't the first time he'd looked at her this way, but tonig

ice low. "You described it as sophisticated yet inviting

slightly. "Unfo

ple who stay there to remember it for the rest of their lives. The

considering his words.

ing it," he said, his tone

a moment, the professional veneer of their conversatio

t, breaking the tension.

g back in his chair.

about art, architecture, and the psychology of design. Sophia found herself surprise

e stepped into the elevator, she caught one last glimpse of Liam

closed. She told herself it was just adrenali

own, she k

was a storm waiting to happen. And some