like a palpable current of static against her skin, stripping her bare. The silence
tershave, clean and sharp, a scent that was now inextricably linked to her humiliation. The sheer size of him, his controlled
ap
f his weight, the memory of his skin's heat. A hot flush crept
, his voice a low, even murmur, d
layed, mortifying shock. The heat in her face exploded into a furious, humiliating blush. He
ling," she stammered, he
able. His next words were delivered with the same flat, dispassio
ice gaining a desperate edge. "It was a mi
pple of something she couldn't decipher.
aced by a deafening roar in her ears. Her visio
y transactional. "This isn't an emotional decision. I have certain... obligations.
heir worlds.What possible reason could he have for wanting to marry a junior designer he'd just met? Unless... unless this was about something els
control, all because of one drunken, regrettable mistake. And yet, a small, cynical voic
courage. "Mr. Sterling, I appreciate your... offer, but it'
dropping, deliberately, "I alrea
the air, a final,
something cold and absolute, like a predator's gaze, in their depths. It was gone as quickly as it app
or, a bitter thought rising in her mind. As if so
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