Another chance At love: my step brother

it is true. When I step into a room, all eyes follow me whether they want to or not. Men, and sometimes women too, approach with that same look in

ed details about an ongoing project the governor had to approve. It was nothing out of the ordinary, just another one of those "father's errands" or so I thought. I walked into the large, glass-walled conference room where the meeting had just wrapped up. A handful of aides and city officials were still milling around, exchanging pleasantries, but the room was already losing the formality that had defined the hours before. It was then that I saw him, Mr. Walde, standing by the windows, his back to me as he looked out over the city, hands clasped behind him. His figure was strong, commanding, and as much as I wanted to keep my distance, something about him anchored my attention. I stepped into the room, trying to be unnoticed, but I could feel his eyes on me before I even said a word. "Angela." His voice was rich, smooth and deep. He turned slowly, his gaze settling on me in a way that made my heart skip. "I didn't expect you to be here. Is everything alright?" I held up the file as if it was a defense mechanism against his lack of expectation. "My father... he left this for you. He had to leave in a hurry." He flashed me a boyish grin even though he should be at least in his fifties. "Ah, yes, of course. I was expecting him." As he reached out for the file, his fingers brushed against mine, a brief, electric contact that made my body go limp. His hand lingered for a split second longer than necessary, and I swore I saw something flicker in his eyes, desire, just as I have come to see it in the eyes of many before him. "Thank you, Angela," he said, trying not t