Isabella Gabriel wants to kill me.
She doesn’t care that I’m only doing my job. What’s one apartment building in the grand scheme of things? I’m going to destroy it, and then I’m going to profit. It’s what I live for. It’s how I made my fortune.
Clearly, she’s blinded by love. It must be the reason she barges into my office and declares war.
I want nothing to do with love. But those bright, lush lips of hers murmuring my name? I want that. I shouldn’t want it.
We’re sworn enemies.
But you know what they say about enemies.
They look best when they’re on their knees…