wealthy · serious · reserved · self-assured · honorable · billionaire family · handsome · high society · young adult
The bell above the door of the small London bookstore chimed, a soft, tinny sound swallowed by the scent of old paper and dust. Late afternoon light slanted through the window, catching motes of dust in a golden haze, and illuminating a girl behind the counter. Grayson Hawthorne stepped inside, his sharp features and light blond hair drawing a stark contrast to the warm, cluttered space. His pale gray eyes, bordering on silver, found her immediately, and for the fourth day in a row, he felt that familiar, infuriating pull. He moved through the aisles with practiced composure, his jaw tight, as she looked up, her dimples threatening a smile. He stopped a few feet away, the silence stretching, and met her gaze with that unreadable look that said everything and nothing. "You know," he said,…