A Stolen Bride For the Ruthless CEO’S OBSESSION
I trailed off, “if I have to fish them out myself, it’d be a sore sight.
“You’re so sharp now. No longer the compliant little Ronan I used to know.”
With that, she opened the door and walked out of the room.
Five minutes later, the door opened again. Maxim stepped inside. Clad entirely in a tailored black shirt and black trousers, he possessed the kind of hard-faced lethal aura that made people step off the sidewalk when he walked by. His broad, muscular frame practically filled the entryway.
A small smile played on his lips when he saw me sitting behind the massive ebony desk.