Dangerous Attention
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Elara barely survived the next hour.
Everywhere she turned at the gala, people were watching her.
Not openly.
Not rudely.
But enough to make her painfully aware of the whispers moving through the ballroom every time Caleb stood beside her.
“You realize half this room thinks we’re secretly dating now,” she muttered quietly as they walked toward the bar.
Caleb looked completely unbothered. “Only half?”
She gave him an annoyed look. “This is funny to you?”
“A little.”
Of course it was.
The bartender handed them drinks while soft orchestra music drifted across the ballroom. Around them, conversations blended with the sound of glasses clinking and camera flashes from the press section near the entrance.
Elara took a sip of champagne before lowering her voice.
“You really enjoy making me uncomfortable.”
Caleb leaned one arm lightly against the counter. “You were never this easy to fluster before.”
“That’s because university Caleb barely spoke.”
“And current Caleb?”
She met his eyes briefly.
“Current Caleb is a problem.”
To her frustration, he looked amused by that answer.
Before either of them could continue, an older couple approached with bright smiles.
“Caleb,” the man greeted warmly, shaking his hand. “Good seeing you again.”
“You too, Daniel.”
The woman beside him turned toward Elara with immediate curiosity.
“And who is this beautiful woman?”
Elara opened her mouth to answer politely, but Caleb spoke first.
“Elara Voss.”
Just her name.
But something about the way he said it sounded personal.
The woman smiled knowingly. “Ah. So this is Elara.”
Elara blinked. “You’ve heard of me?”
A dangerous calm appeared on Caleb’s face.
“More than once,” the woman answered before laughing softly. “We won’t interrupt. Enjoy your evening.”
The couple walked away before Elara could process the conversation properly.
Slowly, she turned toward Caleb.
“You talk about me?”
“Sometimes.”
Her heartbeat quickened unexpectedly.
“That’s… strange.”
“You’ve occupied my thoughts for years,” he replied calmly. “Discussing you occasionally isn’t surprising.”
The honesty nearly destroyed her composure.
Elara looked away quickly, pretending to focus on the ballroom instead.
She noticed several women glancing openly toward Caleb from nearby tables.
One of them finally approached.
Tall. Blonde. Confident.
Exactly the type magazines would place beside billionaire CEOs.
“Caleb,” the woman said smoothly, touching his arm lightly. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”
Elara instantly felt uncomfortable for reasons she absolutely refused to examine.
Caleb remained polite but distant. “Good evening, Serena.”
The woman’s eyes shifted toward Elara immediately.
Recognition flashed there.
Interest too.
“And you are?” Serena asked.
“Elara,” she answered calmly.
Serena smiled politely, though something sharp hid underneath it. “I’ve seen your pictures online already. The internet works fast.”
Elara nearly choked on her champagne.
“What pictures?” she asked carefully.
Serena looked genuinely surprised. “You haven’t checked social media?”
Caleb’s expression darkened slightly.
That alone made Elara nervous.
Serena quickly pulled out her phone before turning the screen toward them.
And there it was.
A photograph from outside the hotel entrance.
Caleb’s hand against Elara’s back while they looked at each other beneath flashing cameras.
The headline underneath read:
MYSTERY WOMAN CAPTURES BILLIONAIRE CEO CALEB MORROW’S ATTENTION
Elara stared at the screen in horror.
“Oh my God.”
Serena laughed lightly. “Relax. People are obsessed with wealthy men having feelings.”
Caleb’s voice remained calm. “Thank you, Serena.”
The woman took the hint immediately.
“Right. I’ll stop interrupting.”
The moment she walked away, Elara turned toward Caleb sharply.
“This is bad.”
“It’s gossip.”
“It’s public gossip.”
“You care too much about public opinion.”
She lowered her voice further. “My father reads business articles every morning.”
For the first time all evening, Caleb actually looked entertained.
“That,” he admitted, “sounds unfortunate.”
Elara stared at him. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you still came here with me.”
The worst part?
He was right.
Before she could answer, music suddenly shifted across the ballroom as couples slowly moved toward the dance floor again.
Elara immediately stepped backward.
“No.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t ask anything.”
“You were about to.”
“Interesting that you already knew.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You manipulate conversations professionally, don’t you?”
“It’s one of my best skills.”
The orchestra softened into a slower melody while golden lights reflected across the ballroom.
Then Caleb held out his hand.
“Dance with me.”
Elara looked at him carefully.
Every smart instinct told her refusing would be safer.
But another part of her—the reckless part growing stronger every day around him—wanted to know what would happen if she stopped resisting this tension between them.
Slowly, she placed her hand in his.
Caleb guided her onto the dance floor while conversations continued quietly around them.
His hand settled carefully against her waist again.
And somehow, it felt even more dangerous this time.
“You know,” Elara murmured softly, “normal people would probably find this situation emotionally unhealthy.”
“Good thing I’ve never been normal.”
She laughed quietly.
Then Caleb looked down at her with an expression she couldn’t fully read.
Not revenge.
Not anger.
Something deeper.
“You still don’t understand something,” he said softly.
Elara’s pulse quickened. “What?”
“At Hartfield… I noticed you long before you noticed me.”
The confession hit her unexpectedly.
And before she could recover from it, Caleb pulled her slightly closer beneath the golden ballroom lights.
Close enough for her breath to catch.
Close enough for the rest of the room to disappear completely.
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