Fara smoothed the hem of her blazer for the fifth time that morning. She wasn't usually this nervous before a meeting, but this wasn't just any client. Clint Bradley, CEO of one of the largest retail chains in the country, was in her office.
Clint walked in with the kind of effortless confidence that made heads turn but without the arrogance that usually came with it. His tailored navy blazer accentuated his broad shoulders, and the crisp white shirt beneath hinted at a toned physique enough to make anyone curious, but not overbearing. His face was all sharp angles, with a jawline that could cut glass and a perfectly balanced nose that gave him an air of aristocracy. But it was his eyes, deep hazel with flecks of gold that held you captive, warm yet mischievous, as though he knew a thousand stories and might just share one if you were lucky.
Clint looked like he'd just walked off the cover of Fortune magazine.
