A LOVE UNTAMED

ng late, the rush across the city, the piles of files she had struggled through, and-most of all-that fleeting glimpse of the mysterious ma

Today she had to prove sh

skirt, her dark hair pinned neatly at the nape of her neck. She had memorized the train schedule, bought her coffe

some film premiere, publicists whispering into phones, interns rush

and made her way upstairs, r

s-emails to sort, old press releases to cross-check, and at least two red-stamped

" a smooth v

ffee in hand, looking effortlessly stylish in a sleek red dress. He

ke an impression, huh?" Van

smile. "I just don't

way-Jonathan Pierce wanted the event schedules filed by

onto Liana's desk with

already overwhelming pile. "Rig

ll." With that, she turned and clicked away on her heels

wly. A team? More

, no-nonsense man with a neatly trimmed beard and a tone that demanded efficiency. "Keep your head down an

e," she replied

She gathered the updated schedules into a neat pil

e papers tucked securely against her chest. Her heels clicked

it ha

the corner

ielding. The stack of papers exploded from her arms like

mmediately dropping to

ce cut through th

anding, threaded with something smooth

breath

was

from las

knotted with precision. His dark hair swept back with effortless style, his jawline sharp, his lips curve

d. She opened her mout

racefully to help her gather the papers. His large hand br

ammered, cheeks burni

heets and handed them back. His presence was

mployee slowed, dipping his head respe

ze. Mr. B

rian Blackwood-the President of Titan Media's Film & Streaming Div

gaze lingered, sharp and unreadable, as if he were cataloging her. Then he ros

ly, then strode past, his commanding pre

ing the files to her chest. Her heart thudde

have bumped into-on only her

e wors

g feeling he wou