The next morning, the city streets glittered with early sunlight reflecting off wet asphalt. Ava tightened the strap of her handbag as she approached the towering glass building of Sterling Enterprises. The gala from last night still lingered in her mind—the way Lucas’s eyes had lingered on her, the subtle tension that had made her pulse race in ways she had never expected. She scolded herself silently. It’s a billionaire. He’s probably arrogant and insufferable. Forget the attention. ...