The Billionaire's Forbidden Affairs

like a heavy cloud, and the pressure only seemed to mount with each passing hour. The Blackwell Towers project wasn't just another high-rise in the city

new solution, or met one of Logan's high expectations, she felt an adrenaline rush. But it was not the praise or recognition that drove

s gaze lingered on her, the sharpness in his voice, and the occasional, subtle moments when their eyes locked-it was becoming clear that their

w of the senior engineers. She was early, as usual, and made a point to review the new projections for the proje

like a warning, a reminder that she was constantly being tested. And yet, there had been

dn't acknowledge her right away, instead speaking to the engineers who followed him into the room. Cassidy watched him closely, noting the way his every m

s voice commanding, his gaze sweeping ov

-meeting chatter replaced by the hum of people getting down to business. Logan immediately launched into the first topic, and Cassidy did her best to

peaking up more often now, contributing ideas and solutions that were met with nods of approval, particularly from the enginee

that things took an unexpected turn. Logan

oice unwavering. Then, his eyes flicked to Cassidy, his gaze sharp, his expression slightly more intens

his tone-something in the way he singled her out-that sent a shiver down her sp

plied, keeping her voice steady, though she

d expected nothing less. "Good

ered her things, eager to get to work on the report. B

ed, his voice carrying just eno

htly. She had no idea what he wanted now, but somethin

tanding, his gaze never leaving her. The moment the la

began, his voice quiet but delib

hickened since the last time they spoke. She could feel the weight of

said, meeting his gaze without flinching. She refused to show an

ing. Then, to her surprise, a faint smile tugged at the corne

ter than before. "But the question is, how far

swallowed, unsure of where he was leading with this. "I'm will

t results. And don't forget, Ms. Dawso

feel as though he wasn't just talking about the project anymore. The air bet

nd walked toward the door. "I'll see

t feel like there was something else simmering beneath the surface? She couldn'

else entirely. She had never met anyone like him. His presence was magnetic, pulling her in even when she tried to keep her distance.

detail of the environmental impact report. The pressure of the deadline weighed heavily on her shoulders, but the thought of d

of the report, her eyes bleary from hours of staring at the screen. She had done

an with a brief, concise email. She took a deep b

on cue, her

ge was fr

e'll discuss

ther instructions-just those two words. But i

aration. She had made it through another day. But she couldn'

matter how many solutions she provided, there was something about him that kept h

wonder-what would happen w