LOVE ON PAPER: A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE

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*AL

Well, for a moment there, I did wish he did. But the circumstances that led us here, to

because I was surprised by the outburst, but b

too heavy to hold, my heels, usually my armor against the corporate battlefield, now seemed too

again, his gaze not leaving mine. "I

gh the fantasy I had allowed myself to indulge in. Was th

as homeless, Mr. Bennett; I'm very much not homel

nd not to me, but I shook it off. Now I felt insulted; he's my boss, yes, and I'

w I had to get out of there; the a

we could support, sir," I said, his gaze leaving min

d, without sparing me a moment's look, he raised his hand to s

richest under-30 CEO in New York City had just asked me-his secretary-to be his bride. Was he

as rare as rain in a desert, his laughter nonexistent. He was a fortr

my computer screen blinked, the numbers reminding me that the world outside these walls w

I should have been home by now, but this job was my lifeline-the golden ticket I clung to with both h

lights seemed to mock me with their carefree dance. I remembered the day I had walked into this building

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m the hard plastic chair, my number-a temporary identity-now up for scrutiny. The brunette at t

against the dark carpet, every piece meticulously chosen for its aesthetic rather than comfort. The interviewer's chair was t

heavy with anticipation. Then, with a fluid motion, the chair swiveled, an

a deity from ancient myths, a Greek god stood before me. His eyes, a deep blue reminiscen

ice smooth and captivating, a siren's call

anding tone. I took my seat, the leather cool against my skin