The Day I Kissed My Ruthless Billionaire CEO Boss

wall. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice gentle bu

resence occupied the room, a powerful concoction of amusement and inquiry. His lips cu

with the strap of her handbag as heat

t fabric spanning broad shoulders.

inquiry. It was just a nasty date. She laughed, but it s

d. A poor date is usually an uncomfortable farew

ze fixed her exactly. She felt vulnerable, as though he could s

Miss...?" asked. He left the inquiry han

confidence sliding on. "A name is hardly essential. You hav

ouché.," His voice was a low rumble, a silky threat enc

liver of room between them. Not exactly. I

ted, the word rolling of

"You saw him. Arrogant, patronizing. He is the type of ma

d, his stance relaxe

hed by experience like a razor

elt down to her bones. "Your gr

allenged a spark lighting her g

uggested danger and mischief. "Safe"? D

elt he wasn't really joking. Under the glossy surface lurked someth

k, she added, her voice firm.

ed against his forearm in time. You may gi

n of exhilaration and terror. He wa

for a man who just had

nce swallowing the little space. I am a naturally curious dude

istening in her eye. "Maybe I'm

hread of entertainment running across it

aised her chin. "You looke

and luxuriant. Still, you

ter, a spark of rebellion

and his breath warmed her ea

posure flimsy under his exam

gentle, caressing whisper. "Or nothin

aces separated by millimeters. P

is blue eyes darkened. Y

h players who

ng in the air. He straightened, a trace of annoyance showing

a warning and a promise

omething incomprehensible. " Darling, I do

a sweet grin. Her voice light, betraying little of the tempest be

absorb the light; his figure stood sharp against the soft glow of the metropolis behind him. He

y voice was a seductive draw against her fra

low him to guide her back into the coziness of the bar, to lose herself in the dark, velvety tone of h

arted, but I appreciate it." She retreated still farther, her heels tappin

rom the past vanishing, replaced by something dar

dued challenge. She fixed his eye,

opolitan scene. His gaze tracked every step as his jaw ti

street swallowed her. In his memory, he revisited their meeting, each moment clearer, mor

then vanish into the night without a trace. She was a riddle, a jigsaw wit

o controlling, reading people, and knowing motivations before they could act.

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electric charge of her daring coursed through his blood. It presented a task rat

nsidered herself able to outmaneuver him and vanish. But he had created an

type that had made his rivals kneel. "Who are y