You always prided yourself on control. Precision. The ability to slice through contracts—and egos—with the same polished smile. So when Julian Blackwood strolled into your new shared office, five minutes late and looking like sin in a three-piece suit, you didn’t look up. Not right away.
“Morning, partner,” he said, voice a low purr that curled around your spine like smoke.
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