Chapter 2
618 Words
First Clash of Fire and Ice
Aria left Vale Global with her pulse racing and her pride bruised.
She hated that he had rattled her—hated even more that part of her had enjoyed it.
Sebastian Vale hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t needed to. Power clung to him effortlessly, in the way he watched her like she was already something he owned but hadn’t decided how to use yet.
By the time she reached the street, her phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: You forgot this.
A photo followed.
Her leather portfolio—resting neatly on Sebastian’s desk.
She stopped walking.
ARIA: I’ll pick it up tomorrow.
The reply came instantly.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: No. Tonight.
Her stomach tightened.
ARIA: I don’t make late-night business calls.
A pause. Long enough to make her think she’d won.
Then—
UNKNOWN NUMBER: You don’t make rules in my world, Aria.
Her name on his screen sent heat spiraling low in her body. She should ignore it. She should call her friend. She should do anything except turn back toward that glass tower.
Instead, thirty minutes later, she was riding the elevator up again—this time alone.
The executive floor was dimmer now. Quieter. Intimate.
Sebastian’s office door was open.
He stood inside, jacket gone, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms dusted with dark hair. He looked less like a CEO and more like a temptation she hadn’t prepared for.
“You came,” he said.
“I want my portfolio.”
He picked it up slowly—but didn’t hand it to her.
“You held your ground today,” he continued, circling his desk. “That’s rare.”
“That doesn’t make me reckless.”
“No,” he agreed, stopping far too close. “It makes you interesting.”
The air shifted—thick, charged. Aria became acutely aware of the space between them. Or rather, the lack of it.
She reached for the portfolio.
He lifted it just out of her grasp.
Her eyes snapped up.
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
The tension snapped.
“You think money gives you the right to toy with people?” she shot back. “Because it doesn’t.”
Sebastian’s gaze darkened—not angry. Focused.
“I think you walked into my office today knowing exactly what kind of man I am,” he said quietly. “And you didn’t walk away.”
Her breath caught.
“I’m here for business.”
“So am I.”
His hand came down on the desk beside her—caging her in without touching her. The scent of him—clean, masculine, unmistakably him—wrapped around her senses.
“Tell me,” he murmured, lowering his voice, “why your heartbeat just spiked.”
She hated that he knew.
Hated that he was right.
“Because you’re standing too close.”
“And yet you haven’t moved.”
Silence stretched, electric and dangerous.
For one reckless moment, Aria wondered what it would feel like to let go—to let a man like Sebastian Vale pull her into his orbit and burn everything else away.
She stepped back abruptly.
“This was a mistake.”
She snatched the portfolio from his hand and turned toward the door.
Sebastian didn’t stop her.
But his voice followed her—smooth, certain.
“You’re lying to yourself, Aria. And soon… you’ll stop.”
Her hand trembled as she reached for the elevator button.
She didn’t look back.
If she had, she would’ve seen the way Sebastian Vale watched her leave—not like a man who’d been challenged.
But like a man who had just chosen his obsession.
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