Three weeks later, Maya was back in her cubicle at Zenith Digital, trying to focus on a campaign for a local restaurant chain. But her mind kept drifting to San Francisco, to gray eyes and gentle hands and a voice saying her name like it mattered.
She'd Googled Alexander exactly once, immediately after returning home. The search results were full of business news, acquisition announcements, and photos of him at various corporate events, always alone or with other executives. No personal life visible, no girlfriends mentioned. It was like the man she'd spent the night with existed in a separate universe from the CEO the world knew.
"Maya," her supervisor called from across the office. "Conference room. Now."
Maya sighed and gathered her materials. Probably another status meeting about the restaurant campaign. Her career at Zenith Digital was solid but unremarkable, and she was beginning to think it would stay that way forever.
She pushed open the conference room door and froze.
Alexander Sinclair was sitting at the head of the table, looking every inch the powerful CEO in his tailored suit. His expression was politely professional, but when his eyes met hers, Maya saw a flash of heat that made her knees weak.
"Ms. Chen," he said evenly. "Please, have a seat."