The space between us vanished as I took that final, agonizing step forward, my heels clicking softly against the dark marble. The heat rolling off his broad frame was impossible to ignore—a thick, magnetic pressure that wrapped around me like heavy velvet.
He sat back slightly on the edge of the leather sofa, his long legs spread, white sleeves rolled up to reveal corded, powerful forearms. He watched me with those unblinking, dark eyes that seemed to cut right through every wall I had ever built around myself.
"Have you finished reading the document?" he asked. His voice was low, smooth, and entirely stripped of the corporate indifference he had used with the board members minutes ago.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my chin up a fraction of an inch. "I have."
"Any question
