Samantha sat by the massive window of her penthouse, a glass of expensive red wine in hand. The city skyline sparkled beneath her, but her mind wasn’t on the view it was on him. Jason. The only man who had ever dared to challenge her, to look her in the eyes without fear.
She hated how much she thought about him. How much she wanted him.
But she was Samantha Davenport the billionairess who never bowed to anyone.
A knock at the door.
She smirked, already knowing who it was. “Come in.”
Jason stepped inside, looking as confident and infuriating as ever. Dressed in a black button-down shirt and tailored slacks, he exuded a casual dominance that clashed so perfectly with her arrogance.
“You called?” His voice was smooth, teasing.
Samantha raised a brow. “You came.”
He chuckled, stepping
