Chapter 5: The Edge of Control
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Liam Sinclair wasn’t a patient man.
And Ella Moreau? She was testing every inch of his restraint.
He stood at the bar, drink in hand, watching her from across the room. She was speaking to some investor—a man who clearly thought he had a chance with her.
Liam smirked. Fool.
Ella laughed at something the man said, tilting her head just slightly. Not in interest—Liam could tell—but in amusement. She was playing a game, but she wasn’t the only one who knew how to move the pieces.
So Liam made his move.
He set his glass down and walked toward her, his stride slow, controlled.
The investor noticed him first, his expression shifting from confidence to unease. Smart man.
Ella, however, didn’t turn immediately. She took her time, letting the tension stretch between them before finally glancing over her shoulder.
Liam’s eyes locked onto hers.
Heat.
Danger.
Unfinished business.
“Mr. Sinclair,” she said smoothly, as if she hadn’t walked away from him twice already tonight.
Liam stepped in close, ignoring the other man entirely. His focus was only on her. “Ella.”
She arched a brow. “Something you need?”
Liam’s smirk was slow, deliberate. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear.
“Yes,” he murmured. “But I don’t think you’re ready for it.”
Ella inhaled, just barely—but Liam noticed.
Then, before she could respond, he did something unexpected.
He brushed past her.
Not touching.
Not chasing.
Just walking away.
Because now? Now it was her turn to come to him.
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