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cross his sharp features as he lazily held a lit cigarette between his fingers. His head tilted slightly to

r gazes locked in a silent, ferocious battle of wills, neither willing to surrender. Yet, it w

schoolgirls, she forced calm into her voice. "Who is he?" she asked, her wo

ne! The youngest and richest billionaire in New Orleans. Ruthless, untouchable-even politicians bow

appeared to be engrossed in conversation, but as though he had sensed her eyes on him, he turned his gaze

at him like he was some faceless stranger burned fresh in her thoughts. She ha

ispered harshly to the same ac

duction company. Today's his first visit." Her voice softened, ting

y in her chest. Why does fate always seem to drag

called out, clapping his hands for attention. "Let's

r nerves. She wasn't here for him-she was a professional, and she'd prove

murmured, his arm sliding around her wa

he couldn't ignore the weight of his gaze. Turning slightly, she confirmed her suspicion. Eros wa

s's character with fiery intensity. Their dialogue flowed seamlessly, and the chemistry they shared electrified the roo

ss of whiskey now replacing the cigarette in his hand. Yet the fl

he scene reached its climax, Lucas leaned in for the scripted kiss. But as his lips n

voice rang out, jarrin

dn't wait for a response before rushing off the set, he

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ing refuge. Pacing back and forth, Evanora pressed a trem

he muttered under her breath, gripp

d. She splashed cold water on her face, willing her

he saw him-Eros Kane-standing casually by the doorway, watching

" she said sharply, tho

berate slowness. "We meet again," he s

into her posture. "I don't know what you're talkin

ied his composed demeanor. With one swift motion, he spun her around and pressed her

m, do you?" he asked mockingly

e. "I don't care who you are, Mr. Kane. Whatever

musement. "When I want something, I get it," he murmured. "

veins like ice. "What have I gotten myself int

tion-but the raw possessivene

fter," she managed, her voice w

eek. "Another night?" he echoed, his tone low and po

eath, her pulse

ou to be

a thunderclap, stealing

ered, disbelief f

to rest on her waist. "You heard me," he murmure

his eyes, unable to comprehend the

hat he wanted-he was a man who took w

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