Dressed in a sleek, emerald-green dress that hugged her curves, Olivia was striking. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves, and her sharp hazel eyes scanned the room. She was a woman who had worked tirelessly to build her own marketing firm, and it showed in the confidence she exuded-even when she felt completely out of her element.
"Care for some company?" a deep, smooth voice asked from behind her.
Startled, Olivia turned to find a man who seemed like he had stepped right off the pages of a high-end fashion magazine. He was tall, with a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a charcoal-gray suit that screamed bespoke. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, as if he had just run a hand through it-effortlessly charming. Everything about him radiated wealth and power.
"That depends," Olivia replied, arching an eyebrow. "Are you interesting enough to justify it?"
A slow, disarming smile spread across his lips. "I suppose that's for you to decide."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, sit. But only because I'm bored, and you seem like you have good taste in suits."
He took the seat beside her, extending a hand. "Nathaniel Sinclair. But you can call me Nate."
The name struck a chord. Nathaniel Sinclair-the reclusive billionaire tech mogul whose name was often splashed across the headlines. Rumor had it he was ruthless in business, brilliant in innovation, and notoriously unattached.
"Olivia Harper," she said, shaking his hand. "Though I'm guessing you already knew that."
"Touché," he admitted, his grin widening. "You run Harper Strategies. I've been following your work. Impressive campaigns, especially the one for the Metro City Hotel."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she quipped, though she couldn't deny the warmth his compliment brought.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the hours slipping away unnoticed. There was something intoxicating about Nathaniel-not just his looks or his wealth, but the way he listened, genuinely intrigued by her thoughts and ideas.
As the evening deepened, the air between them grew charged, the city's energy mirrored in their connection. When Nathaniel leaned in, his voice low and filled with promise, he asked, "Would you like to get out of here?"
Olivia hesitated for only a moment. It was reckless and out of character, but there was a magnetism between them that she couldn't ignore.
"Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.