Ethan had planned the deal meticulously, but every detail felt secondary when Lena walked into the conference room. Her presence distracted him, unbalancing a mind that thrived on control.
She smiled at a client, her laugh light and effortless. The sting of jealousy hit hard, even though he hated admitting it. He reminded himself she wasn't his. Not yet.
As he presented, he noticed her eyes flick to him every so often, assessing, teasing. His pulse quickened. Every glance was a challenge he couldn't resist. By the end of the meeting, Ethan realized: he didn't just want to win the deal. He wanted to win her.