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Sierra’s POV Minutes later, Jayden’s sleek black car pulled up to the curb, the tinted windows concealing him from view. As the door swung open, I slid into the passenger seat, greeted by the soft scent of leather and his cologne. “Hey,” he said, his voice casual, but his eyes briefly flickered with something warmer when they met mine. “Hope you didn’t wait too long.” “No, not at all,” I replied, buckling my seatbelt. As we drove through the city, I couldn’t help but glance at him. Jayden was focused on the road, his jaw tight, his hair neatly styled. He wore a tailored navy suit, the crisp white shirt underneath accentuating his sharp features. “I have a meeting in about thirty minutes,” he said after a moment, breaking the silence. “But I thought we could hang out at my office until