Page 52 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

"Jeremy?" Her voice was full of shock.

"Ellie?" Jeremy looked just as surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Kevin grinned. "You two know each other? Great! That makes this even easier. Jeremy, Ellie’s going to be your dance coach for the Victoria’s Secret show. It’s just a two-minute number, so it should be a quick job for you both."

Ellie’s mouth fell open. Victoria’s Secret?

"Anyway, I have to run. Too much to do, not enough hands!" Kevin sighed, then disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

Jeremy smirked, handing Ellie a bottle of water. "I came here for a job, and now I get you as my choreographer? Coincidence? Or did you bug and beg them until Kevin agreed to bring you to the great Jeremy Nox?"

Ellie choked on her water, laughing as she wiped her mouth. "I got kicked out of my last job because the boss didn’t like me working for his lover. Kevin decided I was ‘too good to be wasted’ and threw me here instead. So, congrats! You just got yourself the best of the best. Feeling happy yet?"

Jeremy stepped closer, his flirty smirk deepening. "Do you want me to feel happy?”

Ellie frowned, pushing his shoulder playfully. "Stop it." She laughed. "Get back to work. Tell me about the concept."

Jeremy leaned back against the mirror, eyes twinkling as he explained. He was the showstopper, making a dramatic entrance with a model for a sexy, high-energy number. The dance had to be bold, intimate—sexy.

Ellie bit her lip, her mind racing.

Not only had she recently used Jeremy as her pretend boyfriend, but he had also been hell-bent on getting a kiss out of her. And now this?

What the hell was happening?

Her pulse pounded as she glanced between him and the door, half-expecting another absurd twist to drop on her.

Was fate playing some kind of twisted game with her?

She tilted her head back, eyes narrowing at the ceiling as if she could glare straight through it. ‘Having fun up there, aren’t you?’

With a long sigh, she turned back to Jeremy, smoothing a hand over her hair like she was gathering the last shreds of her sanity. “Let’s get started.”

Meanwhile, up in the CEO’s office, Sawyer leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes scanning every security camera feed in the building. He had turned them all on, searching for Ellie, but she was nowhere to be found.

His fingers tapped impatiently against the desk.

Frowning, he leaned back in his chair. "Where did she go?" he muttered under his breath. “She came to my company for the first time without telling me. And now she’s disappeared?”

Was she still angry about this morning? About how he had pulled her out of Olivia’s dance without an explanation?

At that moment, Henry walked in, holding a stack of files. "Mr. Stark, here are the documents that need your signature."

Sawyer shot to his feet, rounding the desk. "Did you see Ellie anywhere?"

Henry blinked. “No, Mr. Stark, I haven’t.”

Sawyer’s jaw tightened. "Find out where she is."

Henry gave him a knowing glance before sighing internally. ‘Mr. Stark keeps denying he likes Ellie, yet it’s always him looking for her—not the other way around. And still, he insists she’s the one who won’t stop following him.’ Henry thought, shaking his head.

But that thought quickly turned into panic when he checked the work assignment feed. His body went rigid. “Mr. Stark—” Henry straightened. “Ms. Ellie is teaching someone else how to dance on the twenty-seventh floor.”

"The private studio?" Sawyer’s frown deepened as he extended his hand for the tablet. "Who? Which event?"

‘Here we go…’ Henry thought, his heart pounding with dread. Taking a steadying breath, he answered, "For a Victoria’s Secret showstopper. The event is next week. Ms. Ellie is teaching the male model sexy dance moves."

A deadly silence filled the room.

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