(Alexander)
The moment Sophie Lawson stepped into my arms on that dance floor, I knew I was in trouble.
I had been watching her, ever since her divorce from Marcus Sterling made headlines and revealed her true identity as the Lawson Enterprises heiress. The business world had been gossiping about the quiet powerhouse who had been hiding in plain sight, building an empire while married to that fool Sterling. But watching her on the news, reading about her in financial magazines, following her moves in the market, none of that had prepared me for the woman herself.
She was magnetic in a way that had nothing to do with her wealth or her company's success. There was an intelligence in her eyes that matched my own. As we moved together, I could feel the tension radiating from her. Not nervou
