All Chapters of TEMPTING THE TYCOON : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Aria's POV The cold early morning wind brushed lightly against my skin, setting goosebumps in its wake.“St Peter's Avenue,” I muttered to the taxi driver as soon as I got in. I rubbed my palm on my arms, to warm myself up a little as my mind drifted to last night's events.I refused to follow Julian home, so he lodged me in a hotel. Not just any hotel, The Chivalry, is the biggest five-star hotel in New York. It could be far-fetched to say he was God sent since he did nothing with me except try everything. But I was still grateful that I found where to sleep. My mind drifted as flashes of our conversation trickled into my brain.“You’re stunningly beautiful. You know that?” His hot breath fanned against my ear as he gripped my waist from behind. Our gazes locked on the dressing mirror I was standing in front of. We were alone in the hotel room, and while I was still in despair from the rapid turn of events that night, something about his stare ignited a flame in me. I wasn't surpris

Aria's POV .. “Don’t you think you are too close?” I leaned back, creating space between us as I cleared my throat. “We are even going to be closer.” A smirk formed on his lips as he leaned in, closing the space I had worked hard to create. His lips were a few inches from mine. Was he about to kiss me? My heart thrummed and I jerked back. My weight shifted too far and the legs of the chair lifted off the floor. My eyes widened as I grasped at the air—a futile attempt to stop myself from falling. Just in time, Julian wrapped his around my waist and with surprising strength he pulled me upright, anchoring me as the chair hit the ground with a sharp thud. My body pressed hard against his stone-like body and his warmth seeped into me, melding with mine. My hands rested on his chest, his very muscular chest. As soon as I registered how close we were, I jolted out of his hands. “Thank you.” Raising the seat, I sat back on it. Julian smiled and returned to his seat

Aria's POVAfter my mother’s surgery, I returned home to take a shower. I slipped into a simple black gown. After putting on my red lipstick, I stepped outside my house. My eyes fell on the black sleek car that looked out of place in the scrawny area. Like a diamond amid dirt. The driver came out and opened the car door. As I entered the car, a familiar musky scent filled my nose, and whipped my head to the figure beside me. Lo and behold, the devil in the flesh—Julian. My body tightened as I wasn’t expecting him but his P.A. His eyes lingered on me. The intensity reviving up flutters—one so faint but not unnoticed—in my stomach. “How did the surgery go?” His eyes returned to the newspaper caught in his hands. Remembering our last encounter this morning, the air suddenly thickened in the confined space of the car. “It was successful, thanks for your assistance.” I fidgeted with my fingers. “I thought I was meeting with your P.A.” Without moving his he