Desmond Loupe
Desmond’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, though he hardly noticed. His eyes flickered toward Cassandra beside him, her posture perfectly composed, yet he could sense the subtle edge of tension in her shoulders. It was a quiet thing, barely perceptible, but to him, it spoke volumes.
The interview with Veronica had been… interesting. Veronica, with her polished smile and practiced charm, had clearly thought she had the upper hand, but Cassandra? Cassandra had taken control in a way that left Desmond both impressed and, frankly, a little turned on. There was no mistaking the territorial edge in her voice, the way she’d staked her claim in the room without so much as raising her voice. He could see the spark of jealousy in her eyes when Veronica had
