Page 31 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

Her gorgeous chestnut hair.

Her almond eyes.

I felt pulled to her. Almost magnetically.

How was I going to get out of the night without sleeping with her?

That was all that was on my mind, until a moment caught between us.

She smiled at me.

It was different than the other smiles.

It wasn’t full of lust or flirtation.

It was kind.

Fleeting, but real.

There was something special about her.

I could sense it.

Something more than a physical attraction. A genuine connection that kept me enthralled.

She was witty.

She was charming.

I knew nothing about her except her name and the fact that she worked in an office building.

She knew nothing about me except my name.

I wasn’t sure how I felt this insane connection.

We had absolutely nothing to go on, but it was there.

It was somewhere hidden almost in the dance of flirty conversation and stolen glances. A familiarity that I wasn't sure I liked, but one that was there nonetheless.

“So,” she said, standing up from the stool. “Are we going to the fire escape, or is this goodnight?”

I groaned and stood, gesturing to the outside. “We can’t go upstairs,” I muttered, almost bitterly.

She looked at me, her brows twisted in confusion.

“It’s being renovated,” I said quickly.

I wanted nothing more than to find a place to go to.

But I couldn’t take her home. Too many people were there. Too many clues as to who the hell I was if she was even halfway connected to the city.

“We can go to my place,” she said quietly.

I could sense her hesitation.

I paused, too.

Part of this was the mystery.

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