Tasha's sexy Ex

Episode2

Tasha arrived at the Harrington estate early the next morning. The mansion was massive, gleaming white with tall columns and perfectly manicured gardens. Her heels clicked on the marble driveway as she tried to steady her nerves. Today was their first full site visit. She would be working *face-to-face with Leo* for hours.

“Morning, Tasha,” a smooth voice said behind her.

She turned sharply. There he was, casually leaning against the marble column, looking impossibly handsome in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers. His hair was slightly tousled, like he’d just run his fingers through it—a move she remembered all too well.

“Leo,” she said, forcing a professional tone. “Ready to start?”

He smiled, that infuriating smirk. “I was born ready. Let’s see if you’re as good as they say.”

Tasha took a deep breath. **Professionalism first. No distractions.** She reminded herself of the deal: perfect engagement party, zero drama.

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The tour began in the grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls from the ceiling. Tasha moved with confidence, pointing out the areas for dining tables, the stage for the band, and the lounge corners. Leo followed closely, his gaze sharp, inspecting every detail.

“This area needs more lighting,” he said, his tone casual but commanding. “And the centerpieces… maybe something less traditional. We need elegance, not a flower shop.”

Tasha bit back a sigh. “I can adjust the lighting and recommend a floral designer. But traditional isn’t boring. It’s classic.”

Leo raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Classic doesn’t mean dull. You and I… we should understand each other on this.”

Her pulse quickened. Close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. Her mind screamed **stay professional**, but her body betrayed her. Every movement, every brush of his hand as he leaned over the blueprints, sent electric sparks through her.

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They moved on to the garden terrace. Leo paused, looking out at the view of the city skyline. For a moment, he was silent, and Tasha noticed a softness in his eyes—something she hadn’t seen in years.

“You’ve done a lot since we… parted ways,” he said quietly.

Tasha frowned. “We’re here to plan your party, Leo. Let’s keep personal talk out of this.”

He smirked knowingly. “Right. Professional.” But the way his eyes lingered made her stomach flutter.

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Later, while reviewing seating arrangements in the library, Tasha caught a glimpse of Amara. She was stunning, poised, and quietly observing them from the doorway. There was something about her—calm, intelligent, aware—that unsettled Tasha.

Amara approached, a small smile playing on her lips. “Hello, Tasha. I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Tasha shook her head. “Not at all.”

“I just wanted to say,” Amara continued, her voice soft but firm, “that planning an event with Leo can be… tricky. He’s very particular.”

Tasha’s heart skipped. “I’ve noticed.” She forced a smile, careful not to show how unnerved she was by Amara’s presence.

Amara tilted her head slightly, eyes scanning Tasha’s face as if she were searching for something. “And some things… you should know before working too closely with him. Not everything is as it seems.”

Tasha’s pulse quickened. She knew Amara was hinting at something—maybe Lily, maybe Leo, maybe both. “I appreciate the warning,” she said cautiously.

Amara smiled faintly. “Sometimes, people manipulate the truth to protect themselves. Or to hurt others. Watch your back, Tasha. Not everyone is who they seem.”

Tasha nodded, uneasy. She didn’t trust anyone completely, especially not Lily. But Amara… she wasn’t sure if she could trust her either.

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The afternoon was tense. Leo and Tasha argued over floral arrangements, color schemes, and music playlists. Every disagreement carried an undercurrent of desire, a silent acknowledgment of the chemistry they still shared.

“You’re impossible,” Leo muttered, leaning closer than necessary as he pointed at a table layout.

“And you’re arrogant,” Tasha shot back, keeping her voice steady despite the way her pulse hammered in her chest.

He smirked, leaning even closer. “I remember when you used to argue like this. Feisty… stubborn… irresistible.”

Heat rushed through her body, and she had to step back, pretending to adjust the table plans. She hated how easily he still affected her. Every word, every glance was a reminder of what she had lost—and still wanted.

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Later, Tasha slipped outside to the terrace to take a breath. Her phone buzzed with a text message. She froze when she saw the sender: **Lily.**

*“Leo will never know the truth… unless you slip. Don’t make a mistake.”*

Tasha gritted her teeth. Lily. The woman who had destroyed everything, who had lied to Leo about Tasha’s intentions, who had twisted the story of their breakup. She wanted to scream.

But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not while Leo’s presence still made her weak.

Instead, she typed back a careful response: *“I know what I’m doing. Don’t interfere.”*

No reply. Of course, Lily wouldn’t make it easy.

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When she returned inside, she found Leo reviewing the lighting plan, his expression serious. For a moment, she noticed a shadow of doubt in his eyes, something vulnerable he rarely showed.

“Tasha… did you…?” he began, hesitating.

“Did I what?” she asked, forcing calm.

“You know… about… everything?”

Her heart skipped. He wasn’t talking about Lily, or the contract, or even the engagement. He was talking about **them**, the past, the heartbreak. She swallowed hard.

“Leo…” she started, then stopped. She couldn’t. Not here. Not now.

He looked frustrated, but there was no anger in his eyes. Only confusion. Only longing.

Tasha forced a professional tone. “I’ll explain… eventually. Right now, we have a party to plan.”

Leo nodded, but she caught the way he studied her. Something had shifted. He wanted answers—and she knew that day would come soon.

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The day ended with a final walk through the estate. They were alone on the terrace, the city lights sparkling below. The air was cool, but the tension between them was hot enough to burn.

“I can’t believe how much this place has changed,” Leo said softly.

“People change,” Tasha replied, her eyes meeting his. “Places do too.”

They stood there, inches apart. Her heart raced. His gaze was intense, searching for something she wasn’t ready to give. The old spark, the dangerous, impossible pull—was still there.

And suddenly, she knew this project wouldn’t just be about planning an engagement party. It would be about **surviving old flames, dangerous secrets, and the pull of something neither of them could resist.**

That night, Tasha returned home exhausted. Her phone buzzed again—a message from *Amara*:

*“You’re in more danger than you realize. Lily isn’t the only one playing games. Trust carefully… and watch Leo. Not everything is as it seems.”*

Tasha stared at the screen, her pulse racing. Danger. Lies. Secrets. And Leo… still dangerous in ways she couldn’t resist.

She didn’t know it yet, but the game had just begun—and nothing would ever be the same.