Semua Bab WITHOUT WARNING: Book 2 Of The Redemption Series : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Monday Morning Sienna's POVThe soft click of Sienna’s kitten heels echoed through the marble lobby of the Morgan & Michaels law firm on State Street. She gave Todd the front desk clerk, a polite smile as he handed her her visitor clearance badge, though she didn’t need it anymore. She was official now, one month in as Head of Forensics Accounting, and yet, this morning, her nerves itched beneath her skin like it was her first day all over again.“Morning, Todd.”“Morning, Ms. Carter,” he said with a wide grin, eyes flicking over her plain navy-blue oversized suit. “Looking sharp as always.”Sienna chuckled softly and kept moving, breezing past security and into the elevator. As the silver doors slid shut, she caught her reflection. Gone was the woman from Saturday, no contacts, no bold lipstick, no figure-hugging dress. Just Sienna Carter... quiet, efficient, and dressed like someone’s stern favorite librarian. Saturday felt like a lifetime ago.She touched the side of her glasses,

Carmen's POVAfter the meeting, Carmen followed Crandon to his office on the 9th floor. As soon as the office door clicked shut, Carmen turned the lock. The sound echoed like a secret pact. No sooner had her fingers left the handle than Crandon grabbed her waist and pulled her against him. His mouth was on hers in a heartbeat, demanding, deep, filled with a hunger that made her head spin.His hands roamed over her hips and up her back, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t stand an inch of space between them. His lips left hers only to travel down her neck, kissing and tasting as he whispered things that made her legs weak.“Go to the desk,” he said, voice hoarse with need. “Turn around. I wanna taste you.”Carmen didn’t hesitate. The way he said it made her blood rush. She walked over with slow, deliberate steps and leaned forward, placing both hands on the desk. Her oversized shirt rode up just slightly, and she glanced over her shoulder with a smirk.“I’m ready for you,” she said,

Knox POV On my way out of the office, I swore I was trying to focus on my night. I really was. I had a whole plan. Bree. My penthouse. My signature Ferragamo. Some decent Italian food and maybe, maybe, a halfway decent orgasm. But no.All I could think about was Sienna.Specifically, that damn shirt she had on after she took off her jacket. Who knew the woman was hiding a whole brick house under her workwear? The way it hugged her curves, and those breasts, man, like full, round promises that didn’t make sense on someone so serious. And her waist? Snatched. Like God pressed the hourglass mold extra tight on purpose.And don’t get me started on that wedding. She came in there looking like sin wrapped in silk. Her thick legs, that juicy bubble butt, the little peek of cleavage that nearly had me spilling champagne all over my tux. She’s been playing games, wearing those loose blazers and flowy slacks like we wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t notice. I’m her boss, not blind.I shook my h

Third Person POV It was finally Friday at Morgan & Michaels, the law firm where the line between power suits and casual slay blurred in the most deliciously chaotic way. Casual Fridays were a sacred tradition, and Carmen was not about to waste the opportunity to stunt.She wore a pair of high-waisted, skin-tight jeans with distressed rips that hugged her curves like they were designed for her body alone. A cropped top with an undershirt peeking from beneath gave her just enough edge to toe the line of workplace appropriate, and her braids were stacked neatly in a high bun that sat like a crown atop her head. Light glam makeup gave her that radiant finish, and her Jordan Air 1s screamed stylish rebellion.She strutted confidently through the lobby like she owned every tile in the place, heading to the elevators that would take her up to the seventh floor, where the Security and Compliance division lived. That was her zone. Carmen didn’t play when it came to tight systems and tighter r

Sienna’s POVLunch came and went. Fast. That salmon wasn’t salmoning the way she needed it to, and the iced coffee she grabbed afterward was already halfway warm and watery. But that’s okay. She had fire in her belly. The kind that only came from chasing truth and smelling bullsh*t from a mile away.Back in her office, Trevor was already in his chair, eyes darting across three different screens like he was hacking into the Pentagon.“Okay, Sienna, you ready for this?” he said without even looking at her.“Trevor, I was born ready. What you got?”He grinned and tapped his keyboard. “Boom. Two more locations. Same withdrawal pattern. Same amount. Same fake-ass signatures. Tell me we’re not geniuses.”Sienna blinked. “We’re not geniuses,” she deadpanned.Trevor gasped like she slapped him. “Excuse me?”“You’re a genius,” she corrected, lifting her hand for a high five. “I’m a goddamn legend.”Trevor cracked up. “Okay, bet. I thought I was amazing, but you, YOU are AH-mazing.”“I know,” s