"What's the point of anger when you are the devil, knowing every flame you ignite only burns your own soul?"
Hunter was seething with rage; his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The tension in his body was unbearable; every muscle was tight as he sat stiffly in his car, his head leaning back against the seat, eyes shut as if trying to escape the world around him. But shutting his eyes only made it worse because all he could see was her face—bold, alluring, and captivating. She had captured his attention in a way that left him reeling. Her presence had shocked him to the core. He hadn't expected to see her today, not at the board meeting, and certainly not looking so composed and resolute.
“That’s it,” he told himself, trying to rationalize his reaction. “I wasn
