One Night with the Young CEO
Her gaze lifted, slow, trembling, following the shape of the hand, the sleeve, the chest, the silhouette standing beside her.
The bar light flickered once, gold brushing over his jaw.
Her pulse stuttered violently.
“Drinking alone?” The voice was low, steady, wrapped in danger and heat.
Sarah’s lips parted, breath shallow.
But before her mind could form the name, the lights dimmed again, swallowing his face into shadow.
Only his hand remained, still holding hers, unmoving.
The glass between them gleamed, untouched, waiting.
And Sarah knew, deep in her bones, that nothing about this night was over.
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