A week later, an unexpected business dinner ended with them alone in the hotel suite. The tension that had been simmering finally boiled over.
They argued—about ambition, pride, and the past—but the words were fuel, igniting a fire neither could control.
A brush of her hand sent shivers through him. He caught her wrist gently, bringing it to his lips. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Lena met his gaze, unflinching. "I might."
The distance between them collapsed. Desire, frustration, and curiosity mingled in a dangerous dance. He leaned in closer, and she didn't move away.
Then, just as their lips were about to meet, Lena pulled back. "Not yet," she whispered.
Ethan's chest ached with want and need. The push and pull, the teasing, the challenge—it was intoxicating. He knew, without a doubt, that she had become his obsession. And he had no intention of letting go.