"I told you to call me Callum, Isla," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly burr that vibrated in her chest. He stepped closer, invading her professional bubble. The scent of sandalwood and rain followed him.
"It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs.
Callum reached out, his thumb grazing the line of her jaw, a touch that burned like wildfire. "Loyalty," he said, his eyes darkening. "And the one woman in Edinburgh who refuses to look me in the eye because she's afraid of what she'll find there." Mi jefe es sexy y highlander - Ella Valentine.epub
The mist clung to the jagged peaks of the Isle of Skye, but inside the glass-walled offices of MacLean Enterprises, the atmosphere was even more suffocating.
Isla swallowed hard. She had come to Scotland for a fresh start, a quiet job in archives and administration. She hadn't expected her boss to be a modern-day Chieftain who looked like he’d just stepped out of an 18th-century epic. "And what is it you want?" she whispered. "I told you to call me Callum, Isla,"
As the Highland rain began to lash against the glass, Isla realized the high-rise office was just a different kind of battlefield—and she was already losing her heart to the most dangerous man in Scotland.
He turned, and for a moment, the modern world vanished. In the tilt of his jaw and the rugged intensity of his gaze, Isla didn't see a CEO. She saw the ghost of a highlander—a warrior who would have commanded clans with a claymore in hand. "It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her
"The merger papers, Mr. MacLean," Isla said, her voice betraying a slight tremor.