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I must admit, I was intimidated when I began working for her closely. But she has the patience of a saint. Even when stressful situations arise, she’s as calm as a sea.
“I have a new client for you, Bianca,” declares Zara. “Your first solo project.”
My jaw goes slack when she tells me this. I stare at her, wide-eyed, before pushing myself into action and jumping from my seat in my shared office. My boss tends to announce big news out of nowhere. I have a feeling she secretly enjoys surprising her employees just to see their reactions. A surprise test of sorts.
“They’re looking for a designer for their new offices, and I believe you’d be a perfect fit for them.” Her gaze is sharp while she observes me. “Do you think you can manage the workload with your other clients?”
“Of course. I could never say no,” I answer with a big smile. “I’ll set up a meeting with the client right away.”
“No need. He’ll be here in ten minutes.”
“Okay.” I should’ve known since she never wastes time. I’ll have to prepare in the short amount that I have. Luckily, this isn’t my first rodeo. Most of the time, I’ve been called into meetings at the last minute.
“My assistant has already sent you the files you’ll need.”
“Who is the client?” I question. “Have we worked with them before?”
“Dash Stern. The CEO of Stern Defense Securities.” I freeze at the sound of his name while my boss is oblivious as she continues, “He’s recently opened a new branch in the city. I’ve already had a preliminary discussion with him and told him I’d have my best designer working with him. So, give your best, Bianca, and don’t hesitate if you need guidance at any step.”
Although my mind is frayed with nerves knowing he’s close, I still manage to mumble, “Thank you, Zara.”
She nods before walking out of my office and I plump down on my chair. I stare numbly at my screen while holding my head between my hands. It seems as though destiny is throwing us together at every turn.
Could it be a sign that I should take a chance on him?
If I’m being truly honest with myself, my mind was already made up. Maybe it’s a fantastic thing he’s here, so I wouldn’t have had to seek him out on my own. I realize I was hesitant because I’m scared he’ll say no and laugh before kicking me out.
Or he’ll make me eat my own words, which is still a possibility.
However, desperate times call for desperate measures. And I’m stooped as low as they come. Though one thing I won’t do is beg him like he taunted I did the last time.
I check my watch and realize I’ve wasted minutes, and now I’m running late. I’ll just wing the meeting and I already know whatever there is to know about his company.
I briskly walk toward the conference room with my notebook, pen, and tablet. He’s already waiting, as informed by the receptionist. Just outside the door, I pause as my heart thunders behind my ribs.
Why does he make me so nervous now?
He won’t be naked this time and I won’t be distracted by his dick pressing against me. My nipples, on the other hand, can still feel the arousing sting of his rough hand.
Do you want to be my whore, Bianca?
Damn him.
Focus.I count to three before stepping inside.
My mouth goes dry and my spine tingles when I’m met with the vision of him. His back is encased in an impeccable navy blue suit while he faces away from me. He stands alone in the wide room while gazing out the floor-to-ceiling window.
A cloak of authority in his posture.
An air of untouchability.
Utterly captivating.
His quiet presence is so thick, like the room belongs to him and I’ve stepped inside his den. Most clients usually admire our conference room as it has been designed with the intent to represent our style. Yet Dash couldn’t appear more bored or simply indifferent judging from his stance alone.
His vibe screaming he doesn’t care about the stunning view of the high-rise buildings visible through the three glass walls, or the long mahogany table sitting in the middle with chairs to seat ten people and a big screen on the opposite wall for presentations and pieces of art.
My hungry eyes take in all of the six feet and three inches of masculine beauty standing with his legs shoulder width apart and right hand in his pocket.
