In His Shadow

na's

ure whether that meant the lights were always o

eight of a stranger's eyes on me. The morning fog still clung to the skyline, but in

eal man. Dark hair, flawlessly crafted, and eyes that penetrated people like they were nails.'... Ho

y desk. My pulse picked up speed, and I was visibly drawn to look upwards. But I di

foot

t that made the ground sha

ened up. H

like. Despite my efforts to maintain a neutral face, I was met with icy air in my throat,

ng me, he had a scent that was sweet and masculine without being overly pricey. D

r any mistakes. Despite being in the office for just over an hour, he

rt," his voice soft and c

time since I had entered this place. For

a burning sensation.' Something I couldn't place. There was no mistaking the cold calculatio

ear voice, I inquired "Blackwell.

ore of a challenge than an oppor

xed on the memo I had written the previous night. "We

ttle too.

n the matter. I could hear hi

the content according to his standards, and

hat it perfectly matched his large physique. It was quite snug. When the man

said without a

ad no negotiation skills. Everything he sa

ore than a tool

Sebastian's perpetual piercing gaze in the background were all common sightings. Why? I could

late afternoon that

the paperwork was covered. My initial reaction was to over

swiveled open, a

as more pronounced in the darkness, and for the first time since we'd last met, I

ate tonight.' His voice

in place, I couldn't pinpoint

k why. I di

ourse

ke of Blackwell." Neverthel

into the room. Slo

my br

e I could feel the heat on his body. There was an overwhelming sense

touched my shoulder. I felt a sense of discomfort and struggled to approach him. Even though he didn'

eports rea

ove whispering as he an

but I expected hi

around and left the room, leaving me with

I didn't allow anyo

the events with great excitement. Every second seemed to las

n he wa

re I could even begin, th

nd staring at me. Sharp eyes capable of taking away

" he a

ceeded in speaking. "Yes, Mr. B

shadow falling over me

eighty pul

, and I wondered if 'he really

d at him

s eyes for the first time..

disdain. But som

tack of papers from my desk, hi

d for a brief moment.'".

point at which

just the