The knock on my office door startled me from my design sketches. I'd been working tirelessly on a new collection, desperately trying to lose myself in the creative process rather than replaying yesterday's encounter with Rhys.
"Come in," I called, assuming it was Lila with the fabric samples I'd requested.
Instead, Rhys Knight himself walked through the door, his jaw set with determination. My heart lurched painfully in my chest.
"What are you doing here?" I snapped, instinctively rising from my chair. "I thought I made myself clear yesterday."
Rhys closed the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine. "You did. But I can't accept that, Elara. Not yet."
He looked different today—still devastatingly handsome, but somehow more vulnerable. The arrogant Alpha posture was gone, replaced by a man who seemed desperate and raw.
