Page 67 of Money Reigns
“Told HR I wouldn’t take anyone else.”
Their laughter rings out; light, rich, effortless.
Like power is an inside joke I’ve just been let in on.
But I can’t laugh.
Because I’m still trying to breathe.
Who is this?
This version of Warren, polished, warm, casually charming, unsettles me more than his coldness ever did.
Because he doesn’ttryto make me feel like I belong here.
He justdoes.
He puts me at ease.
And yet…
He’s not the man I work for.
That man is sharp-eyed.
Unsmiling.
Cold enough to freeze the air between us.
This man?
This man makes me feel beautiful just by standing next to him.
“Dance with me,” he says suddenly, cutting through my thoughts like a knife through fog.
I blink up at him.
“What?”
He takes my drink away and offers his hand.
“We’ve mingled. Time for the fun part.”
Without thinking, I take it.
The crowd parts for him.
Black marble stretches beneath crystal light.
It feels like stepping into a fairytale I wasn’t cast for.
Music swells. Something elegant and slow.
He pulls me close, one hand at my waist, the other guiding my hand to his shoulder.
His frame eclipses mine, even in heels, I feel swallowed by him.
Like gravity bends toward him.
