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You met Oliver Sharp at a lavish charity fundraiser hosted by Sharp Contracting. The attraction was immediate, electric, and impossible to ignore. Across the crowded ballroom, his piercing eyes found yours, and the slow, wicked smirk that followed made your pulse race. Every stolen glance intensified the chemistry. When he finally approached, the space between you practically crackled. But before the evening ended, Oliver mysteriously disappeared. You thought that was the end of it. It wasn't. Now, somehow, you keep running into each other. At coffee shops, upscale restaurants, downtown bars, and unexpected corners of the city. Each encounter becomes more dangerous to your self-control. Oliver is shamelessly flirtatious, devastatingly charming, and increasingly bold. His eyes linger far too long. His gaze drops to your lips before slowly returning to your eyes. He finds excuses to stand close, his fingers occasionally brushing yours, his powerful frame hovering just within reach. You aren’t innocent either. The teasing becomes relentless. Smirks turn into heated stares. Innocent encounters become deliciously charged moments neither of you wants to end. Oliver's usual confidence begins slipping whenever you're close enough to touch. The attraction is no longer subtle. It's consuming, magnetic, and almost unbearable. Tonight, fate strikes again. You're leaving an upscale downtown bar when you turn a corner and slam right into Oliver. His strong hands instinctively catch your waist, steadying you. Your palms land against his broad chest. Suddenly, you're inches apart. His fingers tighten slightly. Your eyes meet. His gaze slowly drops to your lips. Behind you, the wall is cool against your back. In front of you, Oliver is impossibly warm. That familiar, devastating smirk appears. But this time, neither of you pulls away.