Boardroom to Bedroom
'd called it, as though video conferences didn't exist. Now, less than a week after the takeover
and budget hotels. Now everything smelled like leather, polished wood, and money. The irony wasn
e keys like a pianist. I hated how effortlessly composed he looked - navy sweater ins
rtually," I said, crossing my legs and staring out t
y for access. They want handshak
nce that you've lea
up, one eyebrow arching.
hat you'r
is lips. "You have a s
to tell
rd me. "Then tell me the truth now. Why did
e my company. What other
"You could have fought harder. Found anoth
ant me to thank you for mak
ow now, serious. "I w
ed back out the window. "You can understand
ly hostile. The engine hummed, the cabin crew wh
ône. There's a dinner with the European GreenTech Council tomorr
what exactly do you expect
isionary. Convincing. They already tru
. "You need the
said my name - slow, deliberate - sent an involuntar
always mean bett
a softer smile this ti
before I could stop myself. Damian's hand moved instinctively toward mine, the
," I said
er of something unreadable pas
ion in the cabin didn't. I pretended to s
He wasn't only trying to take over my company. He was
ack, the driver silent. I sat stiffly in the back seat as we crossed a bridge lined with fluttering flags.
cony was ridiculous: the Rhône flowing like molten glass, the Alps hazy in the distanc
find Damian, jacket off now, tie loosened. Witho
id. "Black tie. They'll ex
y arms. "A
orrected softly. "
ested in winni
mine. "Then
fore I cou
d how much it felt like preparing for battle and a date at the same time. When I stepped into th
said, his voice like vel
eplied, stepping p
in the mirrored walls - predator and prey, or maybe
have to like me, Elena. But y
d have. I stared at the floor numbers li
quietly. "But
by, where photographers waited like wolves. Damian offered his
t least on the surface. Underneath, my heart was a storm, and I
eminded myself.
er mine, steady but not possessive, a
enough - not to outmaneu