cript bore only a name and contact number, with no hint of who she truly was. She'd felt an unusual wa

aret familiar voice answered. "Hi, this is Emily. We met at the foundation event," she began, her voice

t now, ok, let's arrange something soon, i promise you won't regret this". They e

an. And she doesn't know who the man she is meeting is before. What if they're hu

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ng. As she moved through her workday, she felt a strange anticipation flutter

out the meeting, for she is now a grown lady, but if any

rson might be. For she has always dreamed of a relationship where the guy is handsome and charming, and the re

y, more often, she became even more anxious as she remembered Marg

ries about blind dates by Jane. The thought of sitting across from a s

resses, feeling confused, and discarding each one. She had put calls over to Jan

suit her blind date, she settled on a simple navy-blue dres

, "should i call Margaret and make an excuse?". "I don't even know if he will like me", she continued again. But her mind

, brushing back her curls and feeling a faint blush creep across her cheeks. A part of her felt ridiculous for feeli

. He had spent the day thinking of the inevitable 'set-up' his grandmother had dra

n't looking for romance or distraction. He was always occupied, and his only foc

he has already believed would be another wasted evening. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his jaw clenched with thinly veiled impatience. I'm only doing this f

critical eyes. As much as he'd rather avoid the evening, he knew Mar

sigh, he headed out, hoping to get through the evening with minimal small talks, and

ington Corp, its has a hotel, clubbing house, and bar. The restaurant was intimate and

as led to a small table near the window, her seat offering a view of the city lights bey

her. "What am i to do now?, why is he not here yet?", she said to herself, her mind racing. But the thought of Marg

Every few seconds, she glanced towards the door, each time her stomach tightening as she wondered if

the reluntance he still felt. He entered the restaurant, quickly scanning the

hing in his eyes. The young woman he remembered, the one who'd stepped into the

way she fidgeted with her hands. But it was unmistakably her. He walked towards her tab

owards her. Her heart stopped, Roberto Harrington, her arrogant, sharp-tongu

don't need to leave... just have your seat. Well, well, this is unexpected". Emily hesitated, her face look

his tone as smooth as ever. "And yet, her

complied. She wasn't about to let him

calculated questions about her background. Emily, trying to maintain her composur

s turned more personal, less pointed. Emily, despite herself, found h

he city?" Roberto asked, h

ining liquid. "To chase something better, I g

gaze lingering. "A

herself with her honesty. "Even whe

h him. His usual sharpness softened into some

htly. "The billionair

"Not in the way you do, I'm sure. But there's al

id you sell it"?. Asked Roberto with keen interest. "No,

t, its good to hear that you kept it and no

armor-a hint of the man beneath the polished

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d more easily, their words flowing with an unexpected intimacy. The conversation turned

," she said, leaning back in her cha

I expected," he counte

Maybe you bring

, his expression unread

ul banter. Neither seemed willing to acknowledge it outright, but it lingered in e

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ying, his tone leaving no room for argument. "

s but smiled. "Fine.

" he asked

l the warmth in Emily's cheeks. Roberto walked beside her, hi

you," he offered, r

replied, pulling her ow

the dim glow of the streetlights. The tension that had been building all nig

eter now, tinged with someth

hink it, Roberto stepped closer, his gaze dropping to her lips. H

rs. But when Emily didn't pull away, it deepened, his ha

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door closing softly behind them. The electricity between th

o asked, his voice low and rough,

hands tangling i

seemed willing to stop. In his arms, Emily felt like she was caught in a storm, her senses overwhelmed by the shee