“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Pierre kisses me on both my cheeks before I give him a smile and walk out of the office glass doors, stepping onto the Parisian streets drenched in the tangerine hues of dusk.
My eyes are on my phone as I walk to the car waiting for me by the side of the road. I don’t look up as I slide inside the backseat of the car and my bodyguard s***h driver— Jordan— shuts the door.
The moment the door closes, my entire body freezes and my breathing gets caught in my throat.
I feel him before I see him. His daunting presence, his intoxicating cologne, and the pure, raw, aura of danger and destruction that he carries wherever he goes.
The initial shock passes and is replaced by pure annoyance as I turn my head to the side and find his midnight blue eyes inten
