Naomi’s POV
I stared across the gleaming mahogany desk at Rylan Voss, my heart pounding with a mix of frustration and determination.
We were at the top floor of his building stretched around us like a kingdom of glass and steel, floor to ceiling windows offering a dizzying, yet magnificent view of the city skyline.
Sunlight poured in, highlighting the sharp lines of his face and the expensive cut of his suit. He was taller than I expected, muscular, with cold intensity radiating from every inch of him. But I refused to let that intimidate me.
"Mr. Voss, we have been over these terms three times. Your delays are costing both our companies millions. Sign the damn contract."
Rylan leaned back in his leather chair, narrowing his eyes at me. A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Careful, Ms. Brook
