Lexy adjusted the strap of her silk blouse, glancing at her reflection in the glass of the high-rise office building. The city skyline stretched behind her, lights flickering like silent witnesses to the choices people made inside these walls. She smoothed her skirt, exhaled, and pushed open the heavy conference room door.

She was here for business. Nothing more.

Then she saw him.

James.

Tall, broad-shouldered, impossibly confident. He sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his sleeves rolled up just enough to show the sculpted lines of his forearms. His wedding band caught the light as he adjusted his watch, a subtle reminder of the life he had outside this room, one she had no business intruding on.

But God, she felt that familiar pull. The one she had ignored years ago.

James looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers. A flicker of something unreadable passed across his face before he masked it with a polite, businesslike nod.

"Lexy," he said smoothly, his voice just as rich and deep as she remembered. "It's been a while."

Her stomach tightened. "It has."

She took the seat across from him, painfully aware of his gaze as she slid into place. The rest of the meeting blurred in the background figures talking, contracts being passed around but all she could focus on was the way James' fingers drummed lightly against the table, the way his gaze occasionally dipped to her lips when he thought she wasn't looking.

He was looking.

And so was she.

Lexy felt warmth creep along her skin, a mix of nerves and anticipation. This was dangerous. She knew better.

But when James glanced at her again, lingering just a second too long, she also knew something else.

She wasn't the only one feeling it.

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