Alex's POV
I remembered the day I met Julian like it was yesterday. I was rushing to get to a meeting, juggling my coffee and laptop while navigating through the crowded coffee shop.
As I turned a corner, I collided with a tall, imposing figure. My coffee splattered everywhere, covering his expensive-looking suit.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, mortified.
The man looked down at his ruined suit, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he was going to yell at me.
But then, he looked up and our eyes met. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body as he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"It's okay," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Accidents happen."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as he helped me clean up the mess. We exchanged apologies and introductions, and I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me.
It was as if he could see right through me, to the very soul of me. I felt exposed, yet drawn to him at the same time.
As we parted ways, I couldn't shake off the feeling that our encounter was more than just a chance meeting.
Little did I know, that moment would change my life forever.
Julian's POV
I watched as the young woman rushed around the corner, her coffee flying through the air. I couldn't help but smile as she collided with me, her eyes wide with apology.
As I looked down at my ruined suit, I felt a pang of annoyance. But it was quickly replaced by curiosity as I looked up at the woman.
She was beautiful, with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. But it was more than that. There was something about her that drew me in, something that made me want to know more.
As we exchanged apologies and introductions, I couldn't help but notice the way she looked at me. She was wary, but also curious.
I smiled to myself as I realized that I had her attention. And I was determined to keep it.
After our encounter, I couldn't help but wonder more about her. So I did what I always do when I'm interested in someone - I made a few discreet inquiries.
It didn't take me long to find out more about her. Her name was Alexandra Thompson, and she was a journalist. But what really caught my attention was her family situation.
Her mother was sick, and she needed money for treatment. I could sense her desperation, her willingness to do whatever it took to save her mother.
And that's when I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
I made a mental note to post a flyer on the hospital's bulletin board, advertising a job that would pay exactly what she needed.
I knew she would see it. And I knew she would take the bait.
It was all part of my plan.