INICIAR SESIÓNI made sure I wasn’t late this time as I walked into Pierce Enterprises, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Being late wasn’t in my work ethic, and after making my point by arriving late to my last meeting with him, I had no intention of repeating it. This time, I was here early and ready to face the man waiting in his office.
His assistant made my presence known to him as usual. I walked into his office “Hello, Mr Pierce” “You're early. That's surprising” he wasn't looking at me. I had sent him the soft copy of the concepts of the resort before coming. That's probably what he is looking at “I'm not usually late for meetings” he looks up at me. “Have a seat” he pointed out and I did “I had asked you to change this. I want the main building positioned closer to the entrance.” I brought out hard copies of the plan. I looked through it. Then I pointed out at the spot he was complaining about “I took a closer look at it and I don't think that will work” he frowned “if the main building is too close to the entrance, guests will see the parking and service areas before they see the resort’s best feature” he didn't say a word so I continued “The arrival experience needs to be designed deliberately. When the guest enters, the first thing they’ll see is the landscaped path, then the glimpse of the pool. They enter the lobby and they're welcomed with a panoramic view” “You’re asking me to sacrifice usable land for aesthetics.” “No. I’m asking you to use the land to sell the experience.” I said “People don’t book luxury resorts because they want four walls and a bed. They pay for the experience. If the first thing they see when they arrive is a parking lot, you’ve already lost part of that experience.” “And your solution?” “Leave the arrival court here. Hide the service entrance behind the landscaping. Open the lobby toward the pool. The moment guests walk in, this is what they see.” I turned the plan around. Alexander studies it for a while. Then I continued “You’ll actually be able to justify a higher room rate because you’re selling the view from the moment they arrive.” “That might work” he finally admitted. How hard was that? “That would be all” “So that’s it?” I asked with a smile “Mr Pierce, you should be lucky, you have me as your architect. If it were someone else, they would have been scared to correct you.” “Lucky!” he didn't say much but that alone held sarcasm “So since we're done with this. Why don't we talk about you?” he didn't say anything “Has anyone told you, you look really attractive when working?” He looked up at me. For a moment we didn't say anything and just stared at each other. “You know that day at the meeting, I just couldn't stop staring at you. You looked so hot” “Miss Sinclair” he didn't look angry. Just irritated. “The meeting is done. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the site together. Now leave my office” I rested my chin in both hands, my elbows propped on the table as I gazed at him with a soft, loving smile. “What if I don’t want to leave?” he stared at me leaning forward. “Then, I'll throw you out of my office, myself” he wasn't joking or at least he didn't look as if he was joking. “I've never seen someone so unromantic” I stood up to leave. I stopped and turned “Just so you know, I'm not scared of you. I'm not leaving because of your threats. I'm leaving because I have another meeting which I don't want to be late for” *** Alexander’s POV The door closed behind her. I remained still for a moment, staring at it. Arielle Sinclair, the woman had a remarkable talent for getting under my skin. “What if I don’t want to leave?” I stared at her. She couldn’t possibly be serious. I told her that I'll throw her out of here. She knew I wasn't joking yet she didn't even flinch instead she had looked me straight in the eyes and told me she wasn’t scared of me. Most people couldn’t hold my gaze for more than a few seconds. She had done it as though she had nothing to lose. And then she’d casually told me she had another meeting and needed to leave. Just like that. My jaw tightened. Then there was the flirting. The shameless, deliberate flirting, the lingering looks, and the little smiles. The way she seemed to enjoy watching my reaction whenever she crossed a line. It didn’t feel accidental. Arielle knew exactly what she was doing. And that was what bothered me. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping once against the desk before becoming completely still. There was always a reason. And I intended to find out those reasons. I reached for the phone on my desk. “Send Daniel in.” A few minutes later, the door opened. “Sir?” Daniel stepped inside with an iPad in hand. I looked at him. “Close the door.” He did. “I want a background check on Arielle Sinclair” “ On Ms. Sinclair.” “Did I stutter?” “No sir” I leaned back in my chair. “I want everything you can find on her.” Daniel’s expression shifted slightly. “Everything?” “Everything” He waited and I continued “Education, Family, Previous employment, Business associations, where she’s lived, and who she’s worked with.” Daniel nodded, typing rapidly. “Anything specific you’re looking for?” I held his gaze “I’ll look into her.” He turned toward the door. “And, Daniel?” He stopped. “Yes, sir?” I picked up the pen on my desk and rolled it between my fingers. “Keep it discreet.” “Understood. “He gave a short nod and left. I stared at the closed door. Arielle Sinclair wanted to play games with me. Fine. But before I played, I wanted to know exactly who I was playing with.Arielle's POVMum was still awake when I came in.She sat on the sofa in her robe, a cup of tea going cold on the table in front of her and a magazine open on her lap that she clearly hadn't been reading. When I closed the door she looked up, and I saw her eyes travel from my face to my heels to my lipstick, which was still perfect."You said you'd be home by nine.""Work ran late.""On a restaurant table?"I froze with my coat half off. "How do you know I was at a restaurant?""Because you smell like garlic and a man's cologne." She gave me a look only mothers know how to give. "Sit.""Mum...""Arielle."I sat. She studied me for a long moment, and I forced my face into something calm and boring. I've had a lot of practice."It was a client dinner," I said. "The resort people. They wanted to go over the plans over food. That's all.""And the man's cologne?""He sat close to me.""Did he now.""Mum." I laughed. "I'm twenty-five, not fifteen.""You're my child. That's a worse age." She
Alexander's POVShe didn't stop talking for the first ten minutes of the drive.She talked about the restaurant, the chocolate, the terrible traffic, a pigeon she had once seen steal a sandwich from a businessman's hand. She talked with her whole body, her hands moving, her shoulder turning toward me in the passenger seat as though I were an audience she was determined to win.I kept my eyes on the road.It was a rule I had never broken. When something disturbed my concentration, I gave it nothing. No reaction, no comment, no eye contact. Silence starved most things until they went away.Arielle Sinclair did not go away."You're doing it again," she said."Doing what?""Pretending I'm not here.""I'm driving.""You're pretending.""You're very persistent.""So I've heard." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Is it working?""No."She laughed softly and turned to look out the window. For a moment the car was quiet and I found, to my irritation, that I missed the noise.Her phone lit
Arielle's POVEthan was waiting outside my office with two cups of coffee and the expression of a man who had been rehearsing a speech."Don't," I said."I haven't said anything.""You're about to.""I'm about to hand you coffee." He held it out. "Black. Two sugars. And then I'm going to say something."I took the cup and sighed. "Say it.""You had dinner with Alexander Pierce."I stopped with the cup halfway to my mouth. "Who told you that?""His assistant called the office to confirm tomorrow's schedule, and casually mentioned that Mr. Pierce had been seen at the restaurant on Marlow Street with a woman in a red dress." He raised an eyebrow. "There aren't a lot of women in red dresses working on that project.""It was a working dinner.""Was it?""Ethan.""Arielle." He said it gently, but there was steel under it. "I told you one condition. Stay professional.""I was professional.""You flirted with him in front of the entire boardroom.""That was the first meeting. And I didn't fli
Arielle's POVMum was still awake when I came in.She sat on the sofa in her robe, a cup of tea going cold on the table in front of her and a magazine open on her lap that she clearly hadn't been reading. When I closed the door she looked up, and I saw her eyes travel from my face to my heels to my lipstick, which was still perfect."You said you'd be home by nine.""Work ran late.""On a restaurant table?"I froze with my coat half off. "How do you know I was at a restaurant?""Because you smell like garlic and a man's cologne." She gave me a look only mothers know how to give. "Sit.""Mum...""Arielle."I sat. She studied me for a long moment, and I forced my face into something calm and boring. I've had a lot of practice."It was a client dinner," I said. "The resort people. They wanted to go over the plans over food. That's all.""And the man's cologne?""He sat close to me.""Did he now.""Mum." I laughed. "I'm twenty-five, not fifteen.""You're my child. That's a worse age." She
Alexander's POVShe didn't stop talking for the first ten minutes of the drive.She talked about the restaurant, the chocolate, the terrible traffic, a pigeon she had once seen steal a sandwich from a businessman's hand. She talked with her whole body, her hands moving, her shoulder turning toward me in the passenger seat as though I were an audience she was determined to win.I kept my eyes on the road.It was a rule I had never broken. When something disturbed my concentration, I gave it nothing. No reaction, no comment, no eye contact. Silence starved most things until they went away.Arielle Sinclair did not go away."You're doing it again," she said."Doing what?""Pretending I'm not here.""I'm driving.""You're pretending.""You're very persistent.""So I've heard." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Is it working?""No."She laughed softly and turned to look out the window. For a moment the car was quiet and I found, to my irritation, that I missed the noise.Her phone lit
Arielle’s POV"There's nothing to tell." He didn't even look up from the menu. "Everyone has something to tell." "Not everyone wants to." I rested my elbow on the table and my chin on my hand. "Okay. Then I'll guess. You're thirty, you don't sleep, you hate small talk, and you have never once, in your entire life, said sorry first." The corner of his mouth moved. It wasn't a smile. It was a muscle reminding itself that smiles existed. "Two of those are correct." "Which two?" "Order your food, Ms. Sinclair." "I knew you'd say that." The waiter arrived and Alexander ordered without opening the menu, something with steak and a sauce I couldn't pronounce. I ordered pasta because I was starving and because I wanted to see whether he would comment on it. He didn't. Disappointing. When the waiter left, I leaned back and studied him. The candle between us caught the edge of his jaw. He had the kind of face that looked carved rather than born, all sharp lines and careful stillness.







