PROLOGUE
“You’re a risk,” he said, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey. “But I like risks.”
And just like that, Sophie was hired. She wasn’t sure if that was meant to scare her off or intrigue her, but the fact that she felt both emotions scared her even more.
Alexander’s disdain was visible. He wore tailored suits like armor, his icy blue eyes following her every move. They’d crossed paths before—literally—in a crowded supermarket. She’d bumped into him; he’d scowled. Sparks flew, but not the romantic kind.
Sophie was beautiful, with a cascade of strawberry blonde hair that framed her face like a halo. Her eyes held a hint of vulnerability, and her smile was both genuine and hesitant. But Alexander couldn’t afford to get involved with her. She wasn’t of his class, her background a contrast to the grandeur he was accustomed to. He was the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, a man who thrived on power and control. She was an event planner, a mere mortal in his world of privilege.
Now, Sophie found herself in charge of the Blackwood gala—an event that would redefine her career. The tension between them crackled like static electricity. She couldn’t understand this man—why did he hate her? She couldn’t deny that the feeling was somewhat mutual, especially since she’d inadvertently stolen his cart.
As the gala loomed, Sophie’s fear transformed into fascination. The ballroom would become a battleground of champagne flutes and stolen glances, and Alexander Blackwood?
The enemy she can't Resist.