Isla adjusted her glasses, staring at the figure silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling window. Callum MacLean didn’t belong in a bespoke Italian suit. He was a man built of granite and ancient heather, with shoulders that seemed to strain against the fine wool and eyes the color of a stormy Atlantic.
"It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Mi jefe es sexy y highlander - Ella Valentine.epub
Isla swallowed hard. She had come to Scotland for a fresh start, a quiet job in archives and administration. She hadn't expected her boss to be a modern-day Chieftain who looked like he’d just stepped out of an 18th-century epic. "And what is it you want?" she whispered. Isla adjusted her glasses, staring at the figure
Callum leaned over her desk, pinning her with a look that was equal parts predatory and protective. "We're alone in this tower, lass. My ancestors didn't care much for 'appropriate' when they saw something they wanted." "It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her