Harmony's POV
The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, trapping me with Jason Smith.
Just the two of us.
I tried to steady my racing heart.
Think, Harmony. Think.
He didn't speak. He just stared at me—quiet, cold, unrelenting. Every second stretched like an eternity.
Finally, I blurted out, "I—uh… I can explain about the hallway… I wasn't paying attention—"
"Wasn't paying attention?" His voice was low, dangerous, dripping with disdain.
He turned to face me fully. His eyes narrowed, and my stomach clenched.
"You ran into me. Do you have any idea what that kind of recklessness can cost?"
"I—" I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"
His lips curved into a faint, cruel smile.
"'It won't happen again.' Bold words for someone who just made a fool of herself in front of me."
I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
"Do you even know who I am, Harmony Hill?"
"Yes," I said, steadying my voice. "You're Jason Smith. CEO. Billionaire. And… feared."
His eyes flickered with something unreadable—pride? Amusement? Obsession?
"Correct." He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. "And yet you still had the audacity to crash into me?"
"I… I didn't—"
"Silence," he interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp, like a whip.
"I run this company. Everyone in this building moves like clockwork. You?" He tilted his head. "You're chaos."
I wanted to retort, but his gaze pinned me. My mouth went dry.
There was something magnetic about him. Something I couldn't explain.
Even when he was cruel, I felt… drawn.
"You're arrogant," I finally muttered, trying to reclaim some dignity.
"I'm not afraid of you."
He stopped dead. The air thickened.
For a moment, the predator in his eyes vanished, replaced by… intrigue.
"Not afraid of me?" he echoed. "You should be."
I swallowed again, refusing to let him see the flutter in my chest.
"Maybe you shouldn't assume what I feel," I said, my voice low.
Jason's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.
"I like that," he said. "A woman who dares to challenge me… rare. Very rare."
My chest tightened. I hated that his words thrilled me.
I hated that I wanted his approval, even a fraction of it.
The elevator chimed, announcing the top floor.
He motioned for me to follow, and I did—hesitantly, nervously, yet unable to step away.
His office was sleek, cold, intimidating… and entirely Jason.
He motioned for me to sit. I did.
"You want this position?" he asked, circling me like a predator assessing his prey.
"I do," I said firmly.
He stopped behind my chair, leaning slightly, his voice dropping.
"Then show me you're not just chaos, Harmony Hill. Show me you're worth my attention."
I met his gaze in the mirror-like glass behind his desk. His eyes bore into mine, and my pulse spiked.
"I will," I whispered.
Jason's smile returned, dark, almost possessive.
"Good," he said. "Because I don't share what's mine. Not with anyone. And I have a feeling… you're going to learn that the hard way."