Edmund Chavez's POV:
I stood before the sprawling floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, gazing down at the relentless pulse of the City of Londale. A half-burned cigar smoldered between my fingers, but it did nothing to ease the suffocating tightness in my chest.
I cursed under my breath. I've botched it again.
Every time I saw her, my heart hammered with a frantic, almost uncontrollable exhilaration.
Yet, the moment I looked into Anabella's beautiful, guarded pale green eyes, the most caustic, venomous words seemed to leap from my throat of their own accord.
I'd sat at negotiation tables and forced the most hardened adversaries to surrender. I'd orchestrated impossible multiparty mergers and massive acquisitions. But in front of her? I was reduced to a petulant schoolboy desperate f
