The Billionaire's lady

cage. Alessia , sitting at her desk, typing frantically on her keyboard, trying to ignore the furtive glances of her colleague

o inspire both awe and intimidation. But Alessia quickly understood that it wasn't the wal

nt to the coffee machine, a conversation stopped abruptly. Two women, elegant and impeccably coif

mers very much, a voice

ng man, probably in his thirties,

holding out a hesitant hand.

grateful for this bri

replied with a

down, almost embarrassed. E

an eyebrow,

And what

ing around as if afra

e. This is not... common, for

satisfaction mixed wi

hat's a

gged his

le are here. They d

but his words stuck in her mind. The furtive glances, the barely

ed her office without knocking. Tall, dark, with piercing eyes and a su

she asked in a tone that

, trying to hide her

ied, sitting down w

me sounded like

n, she added , emphasizing the first na

for Vanessa to finally reve

ossing her legs with calculated elegance. Here, peopl

sage wa

Alessia with a polite but icy s

essing the strength of her defenses. Then she got

rning around. Nathan is a very...

ath knell. Breathing short, she felt anger rising with

r work again, a message popped up on her sc

d the effect of a punch. Nathan Drak

on wondering what he wanted. Was

., she knocked o

replied in a

f whiskey in his hand. The atmosphere was different, al

pointing to an armc

rying to hide

to make to you, he sa

, her hear

gala tomorrow evening.

d at him,

she asked,

gmatic expression t

our presence will arouse cur

with irritation. Of course, everyth

plied, trying to ma

ing around the de

htly, his piercing gaze fixed on her. It

coming more and more intriguing, and she knew she hadn't seen the worst yet. But