One Night With The Ruthless CEO

old, scuffed Timberland boots, the heavy footwear a stark contrast to the heels she wore during the week. After shoulde

he blueprints with the physical structure. The air was thick with the smell of dust and we

tra money she couldn't afford to turn down, not after maxing out her credit card at the sanitarium. She had told

he mud, pulled up to the edge of the site. A group of men in crisp suits a

from a distance, she recognized the confident

as he listened intently to an engineer. He looked comp

as nothing. She had told him to forget her. He had. And now she was standing in the mud of his construction site, h

w her. Clutching her roll of blueprints to her che

teel pipe. It rolled. Her ankle twisted viole

ed to the ground. The blueprints scattered around her in t

und. His eyes scanned the area, and when they land

instant. He moved before he could think, his body responding to the

into a run, crossing the muddy, treacherous ground i

ol of his trousers immediately soaking up the

ght. His hands, surprisingly gentle, mov

p breath of pain. "I'm fine," she l

ehind her back. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. The sudden, shocking intimacy of being

that she didn't need his help. But the words died in her throat. Because for a momen

s to the nearest private clinic,

nkle tightly in a bandage and gave her a prescription for painkillers, wh

her into his arms and deposited

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home," she protest

old and final. "You can't manage four flig

wasn't anger. It wasn't pity. It was something else-something she could

luxury high-rise. Isaac carried her from the car to a p

Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a panoramic, god-like view of the Man

on a massive, buttery-s

f his crisp white shirt, revealing the strong column of his throat. Then he disappeared

h sending a shiver up her spine. As he carefully placed the ice pack on her swollen ankle, his

ent. But in that moment, the chasm between his world and hers felt a li