The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 123

Chngler 62: No One Else lets to took 2

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Chapter 62: No One Else Gets to Look-2

And then there was Damien.

He wore a navy blue polo shirt, buttons casually open halfway to expose a teasing glimpse of his chest, the sleeves rolled just enough to show off those strong forearms. His swim shorts were navy and white stripes-clean, sharp, classic. Sunglasses hung in one hand. His jaw tightened for a heartbeat, a subtle clench that only the sharpest eyes would catch. Then his expression went unreadable again, and his hair was swept back in one effortless motion, like it had no choice but to obey.

Not long after, the elevator dinged-and all eyes turned.

The doors slid open, and out walked two women.

Harper led the way, vibrant and unapologetically bold. Her mustard-yellow bikini popped against her golden skin, perfectly matched with a breezy linen button-down and loose shorts that screamed chic, but here to party. Her hair was swept into a high bun, oversized sunglasses perched on her nose, and she carried her beach tote like it was a designer bag headed for a runway.

But it was Maya who stole the air from the room.

Even the resort manager paused. A few staff subtly glanced up. And the men in the lobby- both hers and not-forgot their tasks.

She wore a scarlet two-piece bikini that clung like sin and sunlight. The color made her pale porcelain skin glow-not sun-kissed, but starlit. Over it, she’d thrown on an open white linen shirt that floated behind her with every step, paired with high-waisted jean shorts that hugged just enough. On her feet, simple white slide sandals-soft-strapped, cushioned, practical… and effortlessly pretty.

Simple. Effortless. Deadly.

Ashcroft let out a low whistle under his breath, sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he tilted his head for a better view.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, nudging Damien with his elbow.

“If this is the warm-up, I can’t wait for the main event.”

Damien didn’t answer.

Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.

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His gaze was locked-hooked-on her.

The scarlet. The skin. The undone buttons. The way her linen shirt floated open with the breeze. She wasn’t even trying, and somehow that made it worse.

Or better.

She was fire dressed like moonlight, and it gutted him.

Then-he noticed it.

The resort manager. The bellhop behind the desk. A server passing by with a tray of cocktails.

They were all looking.

At her. At his.

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Damien’s eyes narrowed, jaw tensing as a sharp flick of his gaze sliced through the air-quiet, deadly, unmistakable.

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