Chapter 64 Trapped In Temptation

The hum of the private jet vibrated through the cabin like a low purr, intimate and inescapable. Silas Draven, tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed in dark charcoal Armani—sat across from Genevieve, eyes locked on her as if he could decode the hurricane brewing beneath her polished exterior. His jawline was sculpted like defiance itself, dark stubble tracing the edges of tension. Beneath his tailored suit pulsed a man used to power, used to control. But not with her. Never with her. Genevieve Blake pretended to review the merger file on her tablet, the screen dimmed. She was a vision of restraint, hair pulled into a sleek chignon, her tailored white blouse pristine, high heels crossed at the ankle, not a wrinkle on her navy slacks. Her skin glowed warm under the soft gold lighting, but her eyes, those glacier-cut sapphires, held him at a calculated distance. Every inch of her screamed composure, but beneath that was a fire she’d buried too long.