Lucian
The sound of my first name on Lexi's lips hit me like an electric bolt.
No one in this building had ever called me anything but “Mr. Cross” or “sir.” Hell, my own board members trembled when they had to address me directly. But here stood this infuriating woman in her red dress that made my mouth go dry, calling me Lucian like she had every right in the world.
“Did you just call me Lucian?” I repeated, my voice dropping to that dangerous tone that usually made grown men piss themselves.
But Lexi lifted her chin higher, those whiskey eyes blazing with defiance. “That's your name, isn't it?”
Gregory cleared his throat behind me, probably sensing the tension crackling between us like live wire. The smart bastard excused himself with a mumbled “I'll check on those reports, sir.” an
