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Yvonne's POV

“I don’t know, but I heard about it on the local radio station this morning while I was getting ready. I hightailed it over here. You’re famous.”

I shook my head, the elevator stopped, and we stepped out. It was still early with only a couple of people in their offices. I could feel the eyes on me as we walked toward my office. Once inside, I closed the door, blocking out the looks and the whispers happening all around me.

“I can’t believe this is happening. Why do people care?” I mumbled, taking my seat behind my desk.

“Uh, duh, he’s only the most eligible bachelor in New York, hell, probably the country. It isn’t often you find gorgeous and filthy rich in the same package. Most ladies know they’ll have to marry some big geek or a really old dude to get a rich guy. Kylian is the total package. You have to admit he is hot.”

I grinned. “He is an attractive man.”

“Attractive. That isn’t the right word. Hot. Steamy. Devastatingly gorgeous. Even those words don’t quite come cl