Grayson Thorne rolled his eyes as he heard the doorbell ring for the third time. Violently he pushed himself out his leather office chair and stomped out of his den. “Does no one work here?” he yelled into the empty halls as he marched to the main foyer where the ringing was coming from. Heatedly, he pulled open the front door, an angered look on his face. His expression immediately softened as he took in the beautiful woman in front of him. The cold afternoon sunlight shone through her shoulder-length brown hair, highlighting its various shades of gold and making her amber eyes stand out vividly. She was breathtaking. “Can I help you?” he asked, swallowing his earlier rage. Reyna inhaled deeply, a sudden warmth flowing through her shivering body. This must be Grayson Thorne, she thought, as she looked at the handsome man standing in front of her. Only in his early forties, Grayson had made a fortune for himself by becoming the biggest oil tycoon in the country. Reyna’s cheeks flushed as she watched herself follow the line of his strong jaw and settle on his lips. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Grayson looked somewhat amused, a twinkle in his eye. Suddenly a flurry of activity in the house caught their attention, as a middle age woman scurried toward the front door, a harried expression on her face. “Mr. Thorne,”
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