Alejandro worked late into the evening, as he often did, the rhythmic motions of his hands soothing the restlessness in his mind. Tonight, however, his thoughts were anything but calm.
Diana Castillo.
The moment he had seen her, stepping out of that sleek car in her tailored dress and heels, Alejandro had felt an unfamiliar jolt. She was beautiful, yes...stunning, even...but it wasn't just her looks that had captured his attention. It was her presence. She carried herself with a confidence that bordered on defiance, yet there was something softer beneath the surface, something that intrigued him.
He had been cautious when Mrs. Castillo introduced him. Years of working for the family had taught him to maintain a respectful distance, especially with the heirs. But when Diana's hand slipped into his, all his carefully built walls had nearly crumbled.
