The Snared Billionaire (...The Money, Love & Crime)

was very unusual for him to settle on someone he had met casually, especially after one brief

hat, it was her confidence, her intelligence, and th

brush off his thoughts of Sophie aside and focus on the stack of reports on top of his d

few hours ago, her soft voice echoing in his ears with every single utterance, appea

nd did something he hadn't done in a long time he called h

e read through it, Drake couldn't help but be impressed. Sophie was certainly an ambitious wo

ry, as if she was hiding something beneath the surface. It intrigued him even more

off-minded, she resuscitated and took a glance at the sc

a night, and already he was reaching out. She had hoped to le

r voice calm and composed, "Wow! Mr. Dr

was warm, almost familiar.

off her yoga session, and headed to the

ander said in a casual tone but with a stresse

ment but kept her tone measure

ock? I'll have my d

ie agreed, a smile tugging

mouth wide open, bewildered, and jumped swirly in eup

ion. Things were moving along faster than sh

next phase of the plan. It was just to earn Drake's trust,

eur in a crisp suit wound down, peeping through as she sauntered down the stairs to the

s, away from prying eyes. As he saw Sophie step in, advancing toward him, he stood,

as they gazed at each other warmly, very handsome in the daylight, w

pulling out a chair for her

wn that underlined her figure without being too revealing, her hair pulled back

as a man of few words, but Sophie was skilled at drawing hi

liberate in sharing selectively similar traits about herself to keep him intrigued, carefully crafting a narrative that pai

ntrast to the aloof man she had expected. But she prompted herself to keep to focus as this was all part of the plan.

ith a thoughtful expression. "You're a fascinating woman, Sophie," he said, hi

ess in her eyes. "I could say th

, his smile widely. "After all, I'd l

tongue. It felt like a partial victory, a step closer

over the city as they took a walk through the mowed lawn in a close by garden. It was a perfe

ting just a week ahead, a small, exclusive gathering of his closest friends and associates. It was exa

ngering just a moment longer than necessary. "I'm looking f

eyes locking onto his. "Thank

victory. She had played her cards right, and now Mr.

to let her guard down. The hurdles seemed too tasking, but she was de