She Was Cornered by a Rude Guest, Not Knowing the Man Who Stepped In Was a CEO Falling for Her
An Unexpected Rescue at the Gallery Opening
The champagne flute in Sophia Ellis’s hand trembled as Marcus Davenport, the gallery’s most notoriously difficult patron, cornered her against the marble pillar. His expensive cologne couldn’t mask the scent of too many drinks as he leaned uncomfortably close, his eyes roving over her black cocktail dress with undisguised interest.
“I said, ‘I’d like to see the private collection,'” he repeated, his voice carrying just enough to make nearby guests glance their way.
“A pretty little thing like you must have some pull with the curator.”
Sophia maintained her professional smile, though it was slipping by the second. As the gallery’s newest assistant curator, the last thing she needed was to create a scene at the biggest exhibition opening of the year.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Davenport, but as I explained, those pieces aren’t part of tonight’s showing. Perhaps if you schedule an appointment with—”
“Don’t give me that rehearsed nonsense,” he interrupted, his voice hardening as he placed his arm against the pillar, effectively trapping her.
“I donate enough money to this place to get whatever I want.”
Sophia clutched her event binder tighter against her chest, scanning the room for her boss. The elegant gallery space, usually her sanctuary, now felt claustrophobic. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the art-appreciating crowd, none of whom seemed to notice her predicament.
“Is there a problem here?”
The deep voice came from somewhere to her left. Sophia turned to see a tall man she didn’t recognize approaching with purpose. His tailored charcoal suit fit his broad shoulders perfectly, and his expression was one of calm authority.
“Just having a private conversation,” Marcus replied dismissively, barely glancing at the newcomer.
“It doesn’t appear private or welcome,” the stranger said, stepping closer. His eyes met Sophia’s briefly, warm brown with flecks of amber, before returning to Marcus.
“I believe the lady has given you an answer.”
Marcus straightened, finally taking measure of the man who’d interrupted. Something in the stranger’s steady gaze made him reconsider his position.
“Do I know you?” Marcus asked, his tone shifting from aggressive to cautious.
“Sebastian Ivangh,” the man replied simply, offering no further explanation.
The name hung in the air for a moment before recognition dawned on Marcus’s face. His demeanor changed instantly.
“Ivangh? Of Ivangh Publishing?” Marcus’s voice had lost its edge.
“The same,” Sebastian confirmed with a slight nod.
“Now, I believe there are some fascinating new landscapes in the East Wing that would be worth your attention.”
It wasn’t a suggestion. Marcus hesitated only briefly before muttering something about checking out the rest of the exhibition. He disappeared into the crowd without another glance at Sophia.
“Thank you,” Sophia exhaled, her shoulders relaxing.
“He’s one of our major donors, so handling him can be delicate.”
Sebastian’s expression softened.
“Donation size doesn’t grant immunity from basic decency.”
He extended his hand.
“Sebastian Ivangh.”
“Sophia Ellis,” she replied, accepting his handshake.
