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Chapter 2 The coffee appeared on my desk like a threat. I didn’t hear him come in. One second the space beside my keyboard was empty, the next a tall white cup sat there exhaling a thin ribbon of steam that smelled exactly… exactly like the ridiculous oat milk latte with one pump of vanilla and an extra shot I ordered every morning from the place three blocks over. The place I had never mentioned to anyone in this building. The place James Hale had no business knowing about. My fingers froze over the keyboard. I stared at the cup as if it might explode. He was already walking away, dark suit cutting a clean line through the open plan desks, that same unhurried stride that made everyone else look like they were scrambling. He didn’t glance back. Didn’t wait for thanks. Just left the coffee sitting there like a quiet dare. I hated it. I hated the precision of it. The way it felt less like kindness and more like another reminder that he saw everything, catalogued everything, contr

Chapter 4 The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, final sound that felt like a trap closing. I had been so focused on putting distance between myself and James after the client dinner that I stepped inside without checking who followed. The second the polished steel sealed us in together, the air changed. Became heavier. Thicker. Charged with everything we had left unfinished in his office the day before. James stood on the opposite side of the small car, hands in his pockets, watching the floor numbers with that same unreadable calm. He looked unfairly composed for nearly midnight dark suit still sharp, tie loosened just enough to show the column of his throat, the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. I, on the other hand, felt like I had been running on pure adrenaline and spite for hours. My feet ached in the heels I hadn’t kicked off. The black dress I had worn for the client still clung to my skin, and every time I shifted I remembered the way his forearm had brushed my b

Chapter 6 The numbers on the screen were a lie and we both knew it. Midnight had come and gone. The rest of the floor was dark, the cleaning crew long finished, the city outside the windows reduced to a scatter of distant lights. I stood in front of James’s desk with the latest version of the proposal clutched in my hands hard enough to crease the pages, pulse already hammering from the argument that had been building for the last twenty minutes. “This is the third rewrite tonight,” I said, voice shaking with exhaustion and something sharper. “You keep moving the target. You keep adding requirements. You keep treating me like I exist solely to absorb whatever impossible demand you invent next.” James leaned back in his chair, watching me with that same controlled stillness that had driven me half mad for months. Sleeves rolled. Tie gone. The lamp on his desk threw warm light across the sharp lines of his face and left the rest of the office in shadow. “It’s not finished,” he said

Chapter 2 The city didn’t blur it bled. Lights smeared across the windshield in long, liquid streaks of gold and red and dirty white, distorted by the rain still hammering the glass. Every time the wipers dragged across, they left the world looking wetter, more dangerous. The hum of the tires on the soaked highway vibrated straight up through the seat and into my bones. I could feel it between my legs. I didn’t wait for permission. I turned in the seat, the ruined dress sticking to the backs of my thighs, and leaned across the console until my shoulder almost brushed his. Close enough that I could smell the rain still clinging to his skin, the faint trace of cologne at his throat. Close enough that when I spoke, the words had nowhere to go except straight into him. “Do you know how long it’s been?” My voice came out low, almost conversational, but there was nothing casual about the way my pulse hammered in my throat. “Since anyone touched me like they actually meant it.” Andrew’

Chapter 4 The front seat wasn’t enough anymore. I felt it the second Andrew’s control frayed the sharp way his breath caught, the almost painful tightness of his hands on my hips, the way the thick head of him pressed against me without ever pushing in. Heat radiated off him in waves. The air inside the car had turned thick and humid, windows completely white, rain still drumming against the roof like it was trying to get in. I moved first. I scrambled off his lap in a messy tangle of limbs, knee slamming into the center console, dress forgotten somewhere on the floor. The back seat felt farther away than it should have. I climbed over, heart hammering so hard I could taste it, and dropped onto all fours across the cool leather. The position alone made my pulse spike ass up, back arched, the leftover slickness from my orgasm already cooling on my inner thighs. I looked back over my shoulder. Andrew was still in the driver’s seat for one suspended second, chest heaving, eyes almo