All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #7: The Billionaire's Blueprint of Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the scratch of my pencil on paper. It was well past midnight, and the only light in the room came from the desk lamp beside me and the dim glow of Noah’s laptop.He was seated at the other end of the large table, his sleeves rolled up and his tie long since abandoned. I glanced at him, momentarily distracted by the furrow in his brow as he stared at his screen. For someone who seemed to thrive on control and precision, there was a certain charm in seeing him like this—focused, slightly disheveled, human.“You’re staring,” he said without looking up, his tone teasing.I quickly looked back down at my sketches, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m not staring. I’m thinking.”“Thinking about me?”I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the small smile tugging at my lips. “About the project, obviously.”He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Good save, Lena.”I sighed, setting my pencil down and gesturing to the sketches spr

The quiet hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room as I leaned over the wide drafting table, my pencil hovering over one of the resort’s latest sketches. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. I pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face and squinted at the layout, trying to decide if I should adjust the spacing of the guest villas yet again.Noah stood on the other side of the table, his dark eyes fixed on the same drawing. His sleeves were rolled up, as usual, and his tie was gone. It had become his signature look during these long planning sessions: slightly undone but still polished, exuding a calm authority that somehow made him even more intimidating.“This spacing here,” I said, pointing to a section of the sketch. “I’m worried it’s too tight. It might feel cramped, especially when the resort is at full capacity.”He stepped closer, leaning over the table to get a better look. “If we adjust the spacing

It was one of those days where the weight of everything felt heavier than usual—deadlines looming, clients calling, and the constant push to make sure Eden Resort was exactly as Noah envisioned. I sat at my desk, staring at the plans for the main villas, but my mind was miles away, tangled in thoughts I couldn’t quite untangle.The phone buzzed beside me, dragging me back to reality."Yes?" I answered, distracted."Lena," Noah’s voice came through the line, calm as always. "Can you meet me in the conference room in fifteen minutes?"“Sure,” I said, glancing at the clock. “I’ll be right there.”I set the phone down and took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus. These meetings were becoming more frequent lately—at least once a day, sometimes twice—and as much as I wanted to keep things strictly professional, there was no denying the tension that had settled between us.The thought made me restless. I pushed it aside, reminding myself that I couldn’t afford to let personal feelings clo

The night had fallen quietly over the city, the lights from the skyline casting a soft glow through the windows of the office. I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, but my mind was elsewhere. It had been a long day, filled with endless meetings, revisions, and deadlines. But through it all, one thought had remained persistent in the back of my mind: Noah.It wasn’t just the project anymore. It wasn’t just the way he demanded perfection, the way his presence commanded attention in every room he walked into. It was him. It was the way his eyes lingered a little too long, the way his voice softened when he spoke to me, the way the tension between us felt more and more impossible to ignore.I sighed, rubbing my temples. This was ridiculous. I had worked so hard to keep things professional between us, to focus on the project and not let anything else interfere. But no matter how much I tried to push it away, the attraction I felt for Noah was undeniable.The door to my office opened, an

I woke up to the steady hum of the city outside my window. The rain had started overnight, its rhythmic tapping on the glass a soothing sound against the usual chaos of life. It had been a long week—longer than I cared to admit. Between endless revisions, meetings that felt like they dragged on for hours, and the weight of the project hanging over me, I was running on fumes.But despite the exhaustion, something else lingered in the back of my mind—something I hadn’t been able to shake since that night at the café with Noah.We had barely spoken about what happened, and even though we’d tried to keep things professional, there was a tension between us now, a sense that something had shifted. It was subtle, but it was there. Every glance we shared, every conversation, felt heavier now, as if we were standing on the edge of something neither of us was sure how to navigate.I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts aside. There was work to do. That’s what mattered.---The office was