The tycoon's dangerous gaze locked entirely onto the exact spot where Phoebe rested. Across the room, Julian wasn't about to remain passively seated. Sensing the immediate shift in the air, he stood up to his full height, instantly stepping in to anchor his position as a protective shield in front of her.
Phoebe's heart violently hammered against her ribs, the rhythm accelerating to a deafening pace as the distance between the two towering men dissolved.
They now stood directly face-to-face, radiating a suffocating friction that threatened to set the entire office ablaze. Clutching the fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her, a cold wave of dread washed over her. Utterly terrified of the sheer devastation that was bound to erupt next.
