Billionaire's Forbidden Obsession

as the city roared with life. The cool leather of her bag sat under her pa

was

Car

s eyes that seemed to burn right through her. There was an undeniab

er head. This was a business deal, nothing more. It didn't matter that his pre

r spiraling thoughts. Pulling it out

llionaire boss? Cha

a laugh, typing

ably charming,

on the task ahead. She had sketches to refine, a vision to sharpen, and no room for d

her designs. She spent hours pouring over fabric swatches, lighting opt

unforge

othing felt good enough. She leaned back, r

z of her phone. She frowned, glancing at the

before answerin

, his voice smooth as eve

ock on her laptop. It

tone guarded. "Is ther

About the penthouse design. A

s furrowed. "

sleep, M

lly," she

thoughts on integrating local artistry into the design? Something th

.. actually an interesting angle," she admitted. "It

d, his voice carrying a hint of satisfact

, he added, "Goodnight,

her pulse quickening for r

folio tucked under her arm, determined to maintain her composure. Sh

e was dressed in another immaculate suit, his presence commanding as

s lips curving into a faint

she replied, falling into step bes

ected, glancing at her. "And

ng up above the elevator doors. But she could feel his gaze o

gestured for her to sit while h

ne?" he asked, ho

k you," s

a cup in front of her befo

pointed, "how do you intend to make this proje

risks. Your suggestion about incorporating local artistry-it

readable. "And are you comfort

aced in his words. She straightened in he

ke. The tension between them was

ving hers. "Good. Because I expect n

lowly, nodding.

ntless questions and challenges. He pushed her, forced her to think beyond her comfort zone

s. But one thing was clear: Liam Carter wasn't just a client. He was a force to be reckoned with. A