Mr Billionaire's Accidental Heiress

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ng else fade to gray. I felt equal parts charmed and baffled by the fact that he seemed genuinely interested in me-a small-town girl

he next morning. I'm grateful for the routine, hoping work will keep my mind from replaying eve

I see

t outside my boss's door, talking with Ms. Cartwri

e I came face-to-face with him again. He's in a crisp suit this time, sharp as ever, talking to Ms. Cartwright

, and he gives me a slight smile. But Ms. Cartwright is still speaking, so I quickly move to my desk, hoping my cheeks aren't as red as they fe

t calls out, her tone all business. She nods toward me, and I

im, though I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again. I sit down in one of

ising PR assistants," Ms. Cartwright says

n in his expression that makes my stomach flip. "Sophia and I

and his company are considering hiring Green & Associates to manage their upcoming product launc

be involved in such a high-profile client's campaign, especially not with some

orcing a smile. "I'd be hap

iam, who nods in agreement, his expressi

t's bold, modern, and sure to catch people's attention. I listen intently, scribbling notes, trying to keep up with Ms. Cartwright's rapid-fire ideas and Liam's calm but

n, it h

from Emily, my best friend, who's been dying to know every detail about my "date" wit

cture-a zoomed-in shot of Liam and me from last ni

getting cozy with New Yo

nd when I finally glance up, Ms. Cartwright is watching me, eyebrows raised in clear disapproval. But it's Liam's expression that truly

blazing. "I-I'm so sorry, that w

rly unimpressed. "Yes, let's try to ke

ont of both my boss and the most important client of my career. And worse, I've possibly embarrassed Liam as well. I feel

ds, extending her hand to Liam. "Thank you for your ti

te but cool. He shakes her hand, th

lows me out into the hallway, catching up to me with ease. I

s voice laced with a hint of

even as my cheeks flush. "I'm really

ace of amusement in his eyes. "But you might want to be a little

"It was a mistake," I murmur, feeling utterly humil

Sophia. I'm not holding it against you. Just... try not to let

. "Understood. Thank you for not

d. "That's not exactly my style." He pauses, his gaze lingering on me. "And f

some of the tension me

n us, a strange, undeniable connection that I can't quite explain. But I don't dare dwell o

ck to work," I say, tryin

is gaze lingers for a second l

an't afford to mess this up. But as I watch him disappear down the hallway, part of me ca