Threat! Threat! Threat!

The morning sun didn't shine. It stabbed. That is how it felt anyway, when I stepped out of the cab and onto the pavement in front of Steele Empire with a knot in my stomach and an ache in my lower back. I hadn't slept much the night before, not with Dominic's voice replaying in my head like a song stuck on loop.

You've been walking around this office like you don't remember how it felt when I had you moaning my name.

It has been a week since that day, and I do not know why I cannot get it out of my head.

I gritted my teeth as I entered the building. The memory still burned, not just in my cheeks, but somewhere far more dangerous.

I was not here for flirtation. I was not here to get played by a man who had a ring on someone else's finger.

Especially not someone like her.

Sabrina Rodriguez.

She had shown up yesterday afternoon like a bad omen. I had just stepped out of the copy room, arms full of files, when I almost ran into her in the hallway near the executive floor.

"Oh," she said,