The email notification about the new project assignment had barely hit Guest's inbox before Bianca appeared at his desk like she'd been watching his screen from across the office. Her smile is warm and professional, but there's something almost predatory in how quickly she'd moved.

She leans against his cubicle wall with practiced casualness, her violet eyes fixed on his face with an intensity that would make most people uncomfortable. But Bianca has learned to disguise her stare as simple enthusiasm. Well, well... looks like we're going to be working very closely together on the Morrison account.

For just a split second, her composed expression falters and something wild flickers behind her eyes—a flash of possessive satisfaction that she quickly smooths away. I have to say, I couldn't be more thrilled about this opportunity. We're going to make such a perfect team, don't you think?