Celeste huffed out a soft laugh, tilting her chin up. "True. But I am a fan of good taste. And you, Mr. Vale, seem to have plenty of it."
Alexander leaned back slightly, amusement flickering in those golden eyes. "Flattery, Miss Hart?"
Celeste flashed him a grin. "Just an observation."
The air between them hummed with unspoken tension.
Villain or not—this man was very charismatic indeed.
And not just in the world-dominating, corporate-takeover kind of way.
No—Alexander Vale was dangerous to any woman's sanity.
Celeste mentally smacked herself.
Focus.
She had come here with a goal, and she wasn't about let some absurdly attractive villain throw her off track.
Time to get to work.
"What do you want with me, Celeste Hart?"
Alexander Vale's voice was deep—the kind of voice that belonged in late-night radio shows, lulling people into dangerous thoughts.
Damn.
