They arrived at the Holman corporation within an hour.
There was still a weird ambiguity between the two of them as they stepped out of the car; however, the second, Mia, found herself in the familiar surroundings, and she pulled her head out of the gutter.
She raised her head and looked at the man who had slid out of the car as well. Mia often forgot how illegally attractive he was; even in a simple white shirt and navy blue suit, the man looked regal. There was no crown on his head, and yet the aura he held alone was enough to make people pause and take a second look at him.
There was no helping it, as everything about him was perfection. From his perfectly combed hair to the little stubble on his jaw. Even the little mole at the corner of his eyes added more to his already existing charm.
Of course, Mia knew that it was nothing but an illusionary charm that Lucas wore like a veil to hide his true self.
