Forbidden
"Salamat sa pagwawasto mo sa mga lines ko."
Anne stopped walking, turning her head to look directly at Lauren. Close up, away from the boardroom table, Lauren could see the tiny flecks of dark silver in Anne’s gray eyes, could smell the intoxicating, familiar scent of clean linen and night-blooming jasmine radiating from her skin. Anne’s lips twitched into that rare, beautiful smile—the genuine warm look that reached her eyes, completely shattering the formidable mask of Architect Montgomery.