A moment later, Stella Sterling returned, carrying two cups of pour-over coffee.
Inside the office, Roman Rhodes was standing by the window, talking on the phone.
The harshest midday sun fell upon him, making even his black shirt gleam.
At that moment, however, Stella found she could hardly look at his back and shoulders.
Especially when she remembered the ridiculous thing she'd just blurted out, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Thankfully, Roman Rhodes was worldly and mature enough to brush it off as a joke and move on.
Over by the window, the man's tone on the phone was colder than usual. "Put a pin in it for now. We'll discuss it when I'm back in Vicenza."
It sounded like business.
Stella sat properly, staring straight ahead.
'He's the chairman of a multinational corporation, after all. When he's serious, it's intimidating.'
