Chapter two

I entered the conference room with an air of confidence and positivity, I need to nail this down this client and get some recognition in this firm.

The clients back was turned to me, talking with some of his colleagues and his shoulders filled out his suit and his hands were in his pockets, I could hear his voice in the midst of the chatter.

Gigi cleared her throat softly and said

“Mr Prescott, miss Monroe is here

He turned at the sound of my name and my heart stopped

Good God

He was so much stunning in person, sharp jawline, neatly trimmed beards, deep gray eyes, that seemed to be thinking all the time, his hair was dark and slightly tousled, like he had his hand ran through it many times , he looked powerful, dangerous and intimidating.

For a spilt second he looked at me intensely, like he was memorizing every detail of me, thoes gray eyes dragged from my curls down to my lips and to my feet, I silently cursed why I didn’t dress up today, I was in a beige turtle neck and white corporate pants.

Say something.

I stepped foward, extending my hands

“Good morning. Mr Prescott, I’m Amelia Monroe, I’ll be handling your account and investments restructuring”

His hands slid into mine, warm, firm and confident. The moment our skin touched, a current shot through me, hot and electric, his eyes flickered, like he felt it too. But his expression remained composed.

“Amelia” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “A pleasure, I was told I was meeting with Dawn Harper today”

I held his gaze refusing to be intimated

“Ms Harper is unavailable and has matters of urgency to attend to, but I assure you, you’re in capable hands”

One corner of his lips not quite a smile but more of a challenge.

“Is that right?”

The tension between us stretched tight like a wire, I cleared my throat, dropping his hand reluctantly.

“Shall we begin”

He gestured for me to sit, watching me as I walked around the table. His stare was heavy, almost physical like warm fingertips trailing down my spine. I opened the digital file on my tablet, trying to ignore the way my pulse.

“I’ve reviewed your company’s financial history,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “And I think I have a strategy that will maximize returns on your international investments.”

He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table, his scent clean, expensive, intoxicating wrapping around me.

“Impressive,” he said softly. “Most people in your position don’t come this prepared.”

“I’m not most people,” I replied before I could stop myself.

His gray eyes darkened, the air thickening.

“I can see that.”

My breath lodged in my throat. There was admiration in his voice… and something else. Something dangerous.

Then suddenly he smiled. A devastating, heart-stopping smile.

“I look forward to working with you, Ms. Monroe.”

“Likewise,” I whispered.

At that exact moment, my phone vibrated against the table with a message from Dawn:

Dawn: He’s in your office yet? Did he fall instantly in love? Lol

I swallowed hard, locking my screen before he noticed.

If only she knew.

Because from the way Noah Prescott’s eyes lingered on me, slow and burning, like he was already imagining crossing every professional line

He was absolutely trouble.

And I think I might already be in it.

…..

The meeting stretched on for longer than I expected and Noah asked me intelligent questions, sharp and quick thinking ones and Everytime I spoke he watched me like he was trying to read between my words, like he was studying me not just the numbers.

Whenwe were done, I closed the last document and sat back, exhaling slowly.

“That wraps the proposal. If you approve, we can begin implementation as early as next week.”

Noah tapped a finger thoughtfully against the table.

“I do approve.”

I blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“You came with solutions. I like people who show up prepared.”

I nodded, trying not to let the compliment warm me too much.

He stood, buttoning his suit jacket, and I rose with him. As we shook hands again, his grip lingered a heartbeat too long. His eyes held mine, dark and unreadable.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Prescott.”

“Noah,” he corrected smoothly. “If we’re going to be working together… use my name.”

My breath caught. Professional lines blurred dangerously.

“Noah,” I said slowly.

And God help me, his name tasted too good on my tongue.

He gave a small smirk, like he noticed.

“I’ll be in touch.”

He walked out, and I sank into a chair once the door closed, running a hand over my face. My heart was still thundering.

What the hell was that?