Cleopatra’s POVThe morning after the gala, I made myself a firm promise: whatever had happened between Desmond and me on that hotel terrace would remain exactly where it belonged.I repeated those words like a mantra while getting dressed, whispered them again while brushing my hair, and said them one last time as I stepped into the elevator at Walton Global. Unfortunately, my heart refused to cooperate with my resolve.The moment the elevator doors slid open onto the executive floor, my eyes landed on him immediately.Desmond stood beside Claire’s desk, reviewing a document on his tablet. His black suit was well pressed, and his facial expression was completely controlled, looking to anyone else exactly as he always did.But I knew better now. I knew the feel of his hands against my skin, the warmth in his voice when he confessed he was losing his mind over me, and the exact taste of his lips against mine.I quickly looked away, keeping my voice cool. "Good morning, Mr. Walton."His
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