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As the Highland rain began to lash against the glass, Isla realized the high-rise office was just a different kind of battlefield—and she was already losing her heart to the most dangerous man in Scotland.

"I told you to call me Callum, Isla," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly burr that vibrated in her chest. He stepped closer, invading her professional bubble. The scent of sandalwood and rain followed him. Mi jefe es sexy y highlander - Ella Valentine.epub

Callum leaned over her desk, pinning her with a look that was equal parts predatory and protective. "We're alone in this tower, lass. My ancestors didn't care much for 'appropriate' when they saw something they wanted." As the Highland rain began to lash against

Isla swallowed hard. She had come to Scotland for a fresh start, a quiet job in archives and administration. She hadn't expected her boss to be a modern-day Chieftain who looked like he’d just stepped out of an 18th-century epic. "And what is it you want?" she whispered. The scent of sandalwood and rain followed him

"It wouldn't be appropriate," she countered, though her heart was drumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

The mist clung to the jagged peaks of the Isle of Skye, but inside the glass-walled offices of MacLean Enterprises, the atmosphere was even more suffocating.

He turned, and for a moment, the modern world vanished. In the tilt of his jaw and the rugged intensity of his gaze, Isla didn't see a CEO. She saw the ghost of a highlander—a warrior who would have commanded clans with a claymore in hand.