**Chapter 1: The Assignment**

The project was supposed to be simple. Just two rich kids thrown together to tackle some boring assignment. But with Heather, nothing was ever simple. We sat across from each other at my massive dining table, papers and laptops spread out between us. Instead of focusing, we were arguing about everything — from who should write the introduction to which font looked better. “Are you seriously going to make me use Times New Roman? That’s so basic,” Heather said, her voice dripping with disdain. I raised an eyebrow. “And what would you know about fonts, Miss ‘I-only-wear-designer’?” She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “At least I don’t settle for whatever’s easiest.” The back and forth was endless, and the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes sparkled when she was passionate about something, and I found myself wanting to know more about her. As we continued to argue, my mind began to wander. I thought about the way she looked in that tight sweater, the curve of her waist, the way her hips moved when she walked. I could almost smell her perfume, a sweet and subtle scent that drove me crazy. I clenched my jaw, trying to shove the thoughts down, but they only grew stronger. I wanted to push her, break through all that anger, make her mine in every way. Heather snapped a sharp comment, pulling me back to reality. “You even listening or just spacing out again?” I smirked, locking eyes with her. “Maybe I’m just distracted by the real project here.” Her eyes narrowed. “And what’s that?” I leaned forward, voice low. “Figuring out how to handle the most infuriating, stunning girl I’ve ever met.” She rolled her eyes but didn’t look away. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Our professor had assigned us to work together on a marketing project for our business class. We were supposed to come up with a campaign for a new product, and I had to admit, I was excited to see what Heather would bring to the table. As we finally started to focus on the project, I couldn't help but notice the way Heather's hair fell in loose waves down her back. I found myself wanting to reach out and touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. But I couldn't shake the feeling that this project was going to be a lot more complicated than I had anticipated. As we worked, Heather's passion and energy were infectious. She was determined to make this project a success, and I found myself drawn to her drive and ambition. Despite our rocky start, I was starting to see a different side of Heather. A side that was vulnerable, funny, and charming. And I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to her than met the eye. As the hours passed, our arguments turned into discussions, and our discussions turned into debates. We were starting to work together, and I was starting to enjoy her company. But as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room, I knew that this was just the beginning. This project was going to be a wild ride, and I was excited to see where it would take us.