Tempting The Boss
ugh the tinted windows, casting shifting patterns across their faces. Isabella kept her hands folded neatly in her lap, trying to ign
r finally said, his voice low
meeting his piercin
ugged at his l
ing to let him see any vul
readable-amusement, perhaps, or a ch
ing up to the grand entrance of the ballroom. Flashing lights and a sea of cameras awaited them. Even from inside the car, she
sence commanding. Isabella hesitated only for a second before placing her fingers in his. The moment her heel touched the red carpet, a hush fell over
of onlookers. To them, he was untouchable-an enigma wrapped in wealth and power. And
ea of elegantly dressed elites. Women draped in designer gowns, men clad in tailored suits-each one a carefully curated image of perfection.
re Alexander leaned down, his breath warm again
of the perfect companion. It was a skill she had honed over the years-appe
ntries, shaking hands, flashing that calculated smile that never quite reached his eyes. He was a man
ouch that sent a slow heat curling through her. It wasn't just for sh
lse qu
arrangement. More than a car
just accomp
and Alexander was making sure sh