The CEO’s Secret Triplets
"A pleasure. The world has been very curious about the woman who managed to tame the Blackwood wolf."
"I’m not a lion tamer, Mr. Thorne," Bella said, sitting in the chair opposite him. She had refused the PR team’s "matriarch" dress, opting instead for a crisp white silk blouse and dark trousers—the uniform of a woman who was there to work. "I’m a mother. And a partner. I suggest we focus on the Foundation."
Dante sat next to her, his arm resting on the back of her chair. It was a possessive gesture, one that signaled to the cameras that she was his. Bella felt the heat of him through her blouse, a constant, distracting presence.