Elara stared at the heavy vellum contract on the mahogany desk, then up at Julian Thorne. He was the kind of man who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and expensive cologne.
"You're doing a great job, Elara," he murmured, stepping into her personal space. "The board is convinced." Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart
"Is that all this is?" she asked, the words out before she could stop them. "A job?" Elara stared at the heavy vellum contract on