The Billionaire's Irresistible Cleaner

as she always did; unseen, unnoticed. She preferred it that

m her childhood, floated in the air as she dusted the bookshelves in the corner of the executive floor. Mus

ings. Ava moved with practiced efficiency, her hands deftly wiping surfaces and rearranging scattered

it seemed to pull the air fro

e pull was magnetic, impossible to resis

sti

turned away, f

arp and immaculate, his gaze piercing through the distance between them. His name echoed faintly in her mind-St

um, no clatter of her tools; only the way his eyes seemed to hold hers ca

breathe. Co

h purpose. "Who is she?" His voice was deep, rich,

ammered, "Just t

ted sharply, his gaze never l

ner," Stallion emphasized, his tone flat but loaded with meaning

was alone, that no one would hear her. Embarrassment warred with indignation, b

gripped the broom tighter, desperate to ground herself as h

sity overwhelming, like he'd found som

no less commanding. "And you..." He tilted his head, studying

to speak, but no words came. What cou

ible, but it softened the sharp edges

im; that much was clear. Taking a slow, steadying breath, she straightened and tur

d, her voice steady despite the wild pound

minded her that his ques

ere was something else in his tone-a curio

t" she whispered

And then, with a final, lingering look, he turned sharply and d

at this wasn't the end. That look,

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of the day. Background, work history, e

said and hurried off t

intrigued by Ava. What did he see in her?