Unmasking the Heiress

Evangeline said no more, grabbed her bag, and left with a defiant swagger.

Walter never saw it coming. Evangeline's abrupt departure left him staring at her retreating figure, his gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts. His brows knitted together, and a tightness in his chest grew until he could not stand it anymore.

He irritatedly yanked at his tie and threw it aside with a forceful snap.

Deep into the night, Walter was the last man working. His desk lamp was the lone island of light in an otherwise deserted building.

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Evangeline, with all her reservations about him, could not deny Walter's prowess in business. Clinical and detached he might be, but his work was flawless, his talent exceptional. It was his vision and drive that had built Strata King Group from the ground up, steering it to p eye.

"Still burning the midnight oil, Mr. Walter Gordon?" Evangeline's voice broke the silence as she stepped in, slipping off her coat.

The coat revealed a form-fitting black dress that hugged her figure, accentuating every curve. Her makeup was impeccable, her collarbone a delicate contrast to her porcelain skin, her lips a vibrant red that promised mischief.

She was the kind of woman who left a lasting impression on every man who looked at her.

Even Walter, usually so composed, found his gaze lingering on her longer than necessary. It was only on the brink of divorce that he realized she could truly captivate.

Walter's smile was all facade. "Ms. Rearden, dressed to kill-are you finally ready to start a family with

me?"

With a slight lift of her lips and a walk that could only be called a siren's call, Evangeline closed the distance and shut his laptop with a click.

"I figured the night could be less lonely if we had a chat, don't you think, Mr. Walter Gordon?"

Evangeline's voice was a murmur, dripping with charm, making her far more bewitching than the demure Julia could ever hope to be.

"I'm all yours for the evening," Walter replied with a smile, reaching for the hidden compartment in his

office.

Walter's private room at the office was spacious and cozy, doubling as a sanctuary with shelves of books lining the walls.

He gestured for her to come closer. Evangeline had made the first move, and he was all too willing to play along, curious to see how far she would go. Despite her bold approach, the moment the door clicked shut, Evangeline's heart raced with unexpected

nerves.

However, in a swift move, Walter had her gently pinned against the plush couch.

His presence was intoxicating, a familiar scent mingling with the air as a stray lock of hair fell across his forehead, shadowing eyes that drew her in deeper.

Evangeline fought to keep her feelings at bay, her lips parting slightly, lashes fluttering in a silent siren's call. Her arms found their way around his neck, tender yet eager.

Her other hand played with his tie, tugging him closer still.

Propped on one arm, Walter finally noticed the sweet, clinging scent of her perfume, sending a shiver down his spine and a tingle to his senses.

The reaction was immediate.

She had put on perfume, had she not?

Her touch did not stop there. Her hand trailed down his neck, over the expanse of his chest, fingers deftly undoing his shirt buttons. As she moved, the strap of her black dress slipped, revealing the swell of her chest, the bra beneath pushing up what was already ample, though she seemed blissfully unaware.

Her touch sparked a trail of heat.

"Walter! Are these your abs?"

He chuckled, a low, raspy sound that filled the air. "Surprised?"

"They're so firm!" Her voice was a whisper, her breath warm against his skin, cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. Her fingers danced to his belt, and with a practiced flick, it came undone.