-POV Derby The elevator doors slid open. My heart stopped. Tamara Hayden stepped out — cream silk dress hugging her figure, perfect posture, the kind of beauty that made the whole room feel colder. She smiled when she saw us, polite and polished and sharp enough to cut glass. “Jordan,” she said smoothly, voice like honey over steel. “I thought we were having dinner tonight.” Jordan didn’t flinch. His hand was still hovering near my waist, close enough that I could feel the heat. He straightened slowly, turning toward her with that same calm control he’d used when he was buried deep inside me. “Change of plans,” he answered, voice even. “Business ran late.” Tamara’s gaze slid to me. She took me in from head to toe — flushed cheeks, dress clinging to my curves, the way I was standing too close to her fiancé. Her smile never wavered, but her eyes turned icy. “Assistant staff, right?” she asked, sweet but poisonous. “Derby… Odellia?” She knew my name. Of course she
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