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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.

"I told you to call me Callum, Isla," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly burr that vibrated in her chest. He stepped closer, invading her professional bubble. The scent of sandalwood and rain followed him. Mi jefe es sexy y highlander - Ella Valentine.epub

The mist clung to the jagged peaks of the Isle of Skye, but inside the glass-walled offices of MacLean Enterprises, the atmosphere was even more suffocating. Isla swallowed hard

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." "And what is it you want

As the Highland rain began to lash against the glass, Isla realized the high-rise office was just a different kind of battlefield—and she was already losing her heart to the most dangerous man in Scotland.

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.

Callum reached out, his thumb grazing the line of her jaw, a touch that burned like wildfire. "Loyalty," he said, his eyes darkening. "And the one woman in Edinburgh who refuses to look me in the eye because she's afraid of what she'll find there."