Sophia's POV
The heat flooding my cheeks was unbearable. I scrambled off the stranger's lap, my hands shaking as I smoothed down my wrinkled blouse.
"I'm so incredibly sorry," I stammered, backing away from the wheelchair. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I—"
"No harm done," he said smoothly, "Though I have to say, that's quite an unconventional way to introduce yourself."
Tony's glare could have melted steel. "Sir, we should call security—"
"That won't be necessary." The man's voice carried absolute authority, the kind that made grown men step back without question. "Accidents happen."
I needed to leave. Now. Before I said something stupid, before I started connecting dots that couldn't possibly connect, before the familiar scent of cedar and bergamot completely unraveled w
