f replaying the evening in his mind as his driver s

aned back against the leather seat, with his one hand loosening the knot of his tie, but his th

were

Dan

els, heiresses. They all smiled the same rehearsed smiles, carried the same hunger for his name, his wealth, his world. But Aira had been different this time.

d him more than h

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then shook his he

his h

ved slightly. "Y

ait, when something caught the

m sleep. He wasn't used to being denied information, and Aira had left him with question

y living room wrapped around her like a blanket. Relief washed over he, relief that she had survived the night wi

he peeked in, smiling at the sight of his small body curled beneath the blanket, a stuffed rabbit clu

rmly. Men like Jason Blackwood don't belong in my world. An

to sink past her defenses. For one dangerous moment at the gala, she had almost for

afford mistak

es catching hers in the ballroom, his voice when he said her name. It unsettled her. Kept her restles

tretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The building was quiet at this early hour, but Jason thrived in the silence. He

oughts had already returned to emerald eyes and the woman who had dared to laugh at

he cut in

mid-sentence

uest list. Find me a pr

briskly. "Of course." She kne

inct. He didn't know why, but something about Aira pulled at him like gravity. And

lled faintly of old paper and ink. The walls were decorated with faded posters of past campaigns, and her desk was cluttered with stick

d AgroTech Cor

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ickly; it was an invitation to discuss a potential campaign colla

e him. She

er, her boss walked in, beam

that,

ming corporate initiative. They specificall

ped from her

is huge, Aira. D

d. Jason Blackwood wasn't just a fleeting encounter at a gala

ry, telling herself it was just business and nothing more. Yet her hands trembled when she set Liro's plate on the tab

he sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the email on her phone. A choice lay before her: acce

es, but either way, she knew t