Julian didn't answer with words. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb grazing her cheek. For a billionaire who lived by contracts and cold logic, his touch was unexpectedly warm.
Elara stared at the heavy vellum contract on the mahogany desk, then up at Julian Thorne. He was the kind of man who looked like he’d been carved out of granite and expensive cologne. Billionaire’s Fake Fling by Alexa Hart
"It’s simple, Elara," Julian said, his voice a low vibration that made her stomach do a nervous flip. "Three months. Four charity galas. One family weekend at the Hamptons. In exchange, your brother’s medical debt vanishes." Julian didn't answer with words