The Maybach cruised along Los Angeles’s rush-hour streets.
The driver focused on the road, while Frederick and Leah sat in the back. Frederick, dressed sharply in a suit, was reviewing work documents on his tablet. From Leah’s angle, she could see his well-defined profile, cast in shadow by the early morning sunlight filtering in, giving him an aloof and intimidating aura.
There was a certain unapproachable chill to him.
As if sensing her gaze, Frederick paused and turned to look at her. “Is something wrong?”
Leah snapped back to reality. She hadn’t intended to stare; she’d just been bored, stuck in traffic on the overpass with nothing to do, and found her eyes lingering on him as he worked. She admitted to herself that he was attractive, which was why she’d stared a bit longer than u
