Zara stood near the bar in her tight black dress, the kind that hugged every curve and made men forget their own names. The gala was loud with laughter and clinking glasses, but she felt bored until her eyes landed on him.
Malik.
She knew exactly who he was. The ruthless CEO who had been stealing her clients one by one. Tall, broad shoulders filling out his dark suit perfectly, sharp jaw, and those dark eyes that looked like they could burn through steel. He was the enemy, plain and simple.
But damn, the way he looked at her from across the room made her thighs press together without thinking.
Their eyes locked. The noise around them seemed to fade. Malik didn’t smile at first. He just stared, like he was already imagining peeling that dress off her body. Zara felt heat rush between he
