“Isha, have a seat here. Give me at least twenty minutes to change and then I’ll give you the presentation. My sincere apologies for wasting your precious time… I will definitely make it up to you, Miss Gilbert.”
His apology sounded sincere, his voice calm and steady, but it was his eyes that caught me off guard. Magnificent, alive, magnetic—eyes that could drown you if you stared too long. He spoke gently, yet with confidence, carrying that husky masculine charm that could disarm anyone.
I folded my arms, my sarcasm sharp. “Listen, it’s not office hours, and you’ve already wasted enough of my time. I’m stuck here because of you.”
He only shrugged, as if my irritation was a passing breeze. That arrogant smirk of his—cocky, knowing—irked me, yet I felt helpless to react. He was devastati
