Billionaire's Forbidden Obsession

ightly, an aftereffect of the intensity of the meeting. She had thought she could handle him-thought she had a firm grip on her emotio

. Sophia stared out the window, her thoughts swirling. The project was starting to feel bigg

nversations she'd had with Liam, each one more layered than the last. The sharp glint in his eyes, the quiet power behind every

but the words wouldn't come. The sketches from earlier sat untouched

ne buzz

i

, her breath catching bef

about your concept. I'd like to discuss i

late-night meeting? Wa

Her fingers moved insti

ight. See y

eling a strange mix of ant

licking against the polished marble floors as she made her way to the elevator. The whole

ere, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and dark jeans. The casual look only

a smile that didn't quite

mmediately drawn to the wide windows that fra

he said, taking a moment to ab

glad you think so." He motioned to the sleek couch in the

to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. She could feel the te

. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said yesterday. The risk, the challenge.

sensing the shift in his

voice lower now, almost hushed. "I want to see what y

ds, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. But

ting?" she asked, her voice a li

oice dropping to a near whisper. "I'm suggesting you stop playing it safe. That yo

em shrinking with each passing second. Sophia could feel the h

asn't just about the penthouse anymore. This was about

t, knowing smile. "You're not a

teady herself. "No," she replied firml

is eyes-something dark, something dangerous. She didn't know what it w

ick with satisfaction. "Then

rink down on the table and stood up. He

eny the pull she felt toward him, nor the growing curiosity about what he meant b

suddenly distant, as though the intensity between th

"I don't know if I'm ready for this,

ion unreadable. "The question is, Mi

ething far more complicated than a simple design project. She was st