Faye's POV

The piano music continued.

Liam seemed oblivious to the interaction between Leander and me, continuing to play the piano. This presidential suite was his personal stage.

In my gasp, Leander lifted me onto the piano.

The music did not falter despite my exclamation.

Leander, unaffected by Liam, shifted his focus to me.

Leander leaned closer, his hands resting on the piano, encircling me in his embrace. His scent was intoxicating, and his body radiated heat. His eyes held a blue flame, almost consuming me.

The cold piano beneath me sent chills up my spine, creating a stark contrast to the heat from Leander.

Geez! It was an intense...