BENEATH THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET

he scent of expensive cologne and freshly polished marble filled the air. She had spent weeks preparin

tion desk. Employees in crisp suits moved efficiently, barely sparing a glance at

esenting her employment documents. The receptionist, a woman with impecc

ls. Mr. Vasquez has requested to meet

start unnoticed, to navigate her way through the company's files before anyone p

, masking her une

died Dante Vasquez, watched countless interviews, and read every piece of inform

ng windows that framed the city skyline. A massive, glass-top desk

e Va

as even more intimidating in person-towering, sharp-jawed, and dressed i

, his voice smooth, assessi

ile. "Thank you, Mr. V

t every high-profile hire." His tone was casual, but his gaze was anything but.

simple. The answe

u destroye

ed to uncove

you down before you do t

r in innovation. It would be an incredible expe

ssion darkened, as though he saw straig

tightened. Had

and buttoning his suit jacket. "Let's see if

r, dismissing her. "Welcom

t of his office,

here to play. She

counter with Dante. She had been prepared for an intimidating presence, but the way his gaze had lingered, t

It was functional, professional, and perfect for her mission. As she pulled out her lapt

interrupted

le

ile standing at her desk. "I'm Rachel," the woman said, extending a hand. "

grateful for the norma

orial whisper. "So, you already met the boss, huh? Not every

onchalance. "Gu

unlucky. Depends on

brow. "Why do

doesn't just meet people for no reason. If he has his eye on you, it means o

sted. "And which on

na's shoulder. "Just a friendly warning-watch your step. Pe

k to her computer screen, swallowing down her unease. She co

restricted files in the company database-financial records, old contracts, confidential corr

d began running a data transfer. The progress

her made her fr

le

d turned

ng in the doorway, arms crossed, watch

still doing he

pite the racing of her heart.

distance between them. "Work,"

ed. "I like t

k to her face. He studied her for a long moment, and for the

slow, dangerous

eful, Ms. Carter. Working late in a place like this.

e kept her expression ste

beat longer, then gave a

lked away, leaving Elena gr

shakily, turning back to her scree

w, there was no doubt about it-

playing h