Chapter 6: The Pull of Temptation
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Ella watched Liam walk away, his presence leaving a void she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
Damn him.
She had spent years perfecting the art of control—of keeping men at arm’s length, of never allowing anyone to get too close.
Yet Liam Sinclair? He was different.
He didn’t chase.
Didn’t beg.
Didn’t demand.
He waited.
And that was more dangerous than anything else.
Ella exhaled slowly, turning back to the investor, but the moment was ruined. The conversation lost its appeal. The wine in her hand suddenly tasted bitter.
Her body was betraying her.
Because all she could think about was him.
Where had he gone?
Was he watching her?
Did he know how much he was getting under her skin?
She hated the way her pulse quickened at the thought.
With a sharp inhale, she made a decision—one that she wasn’t sure was hers to make.
She set her glass down and walked toward the exit, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
She needed air.
Distance.
But the moment she stepped outside into the cool night, she felt him.
He was there.
Leaning against his car, watching her with that unreadable expression.
Ella’s breath hitched. “Following me now, Mr. Sinclair?”
Liam smirked, slow and dangerous. “You walked right to me, sweetheart.”
She clenched her jaw. He wasn’t wrong.
Silence stretched between them, thick with tension. The city hummed around them, but all Ella could hear was the pounding of her own heart.
Liam took a step forward, closing the space between them.
“You can keep running,” he murmured, his voice deep, smooth, intoxicating. “But we both know where this ends.”
Ella swallowed hard.
She should turn around.
She should walk away.
She should tell him no.
But when he reached out, his fingers brushing against her wrist in the softest, most devastating touch—
She didn’t move.
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