The scent of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the penthouse kitchen, a domesticity that felt both foreign and perfect for a billionaire and a woman who had just upended her entire life. Killian stood at the marble island, looking lethal in a fresh, charcoal-gray suit, though his hair still had that slight, soft messiness from Raya’s fingers earlier that morning.
He checked his watch, the heavy metal glinting in the morning sun. "I have the Henderson account meeting at nine. It’s going to be a bloodbath, but I’ll have them signed by noon."
He reached across the counter, taking Raya’s hand and pulling her closer. "Listen to me. Take this week. Don't even think about the office until Monday morning, 07:00 sharp. Settle in. Decorate this place until it feels like yours. Have lunch with me if
