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CHAPTER 11“You’re nervous, Camila,” she states. It’s not a question; it’s an observation dripping with dark satisfaction. “Why? Is it because we are alone? Or is it because you realized Julian couldn't even begin to imagine how to handle these papers, let alone you?”Julian’s name acts as a sharp reminder of her fury from this afternoon. I turn slightly to face her, and it’s a mistake. Our faces are mere inches apart; I can see the infinite blue of her irises, the tiny scar on her eyebrow, and the moisture on her parted lips.“Ms. Murphy, I just... I just want to do my job well. I’m not thinking about anyone or anything,” I manage to say, though my voice is a treacherous thread.“Your job is to please me,” she tells me, and the word please hangs vibrating in the air with a meaning that goes far beyond professional duties. “And right now, it would please me to know what you are thinking. Because your eyes say one thing, but your body... your body is screaming something else entir

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CHAPTER 12The 6:00 a.m. alarm no longer feels like an intruder, but rather the beginning of a battle. I rise, my body heavy, still feeling the electric trace of last night on my skin. Eleven at night is an odd time to leave the office, but what's even stranger is how my mind refuses to let go of the image of Amy in the half-light.Arriving at Apex Ink at 7:45 sharp, with her Sumatra coffee at exactly 92 degrees, I’m met with a frantic atmosphere. The 49th floor isn't humming with the semi-silence I encountered yesterday; today, there’s a nervous urgency in the air. Susana is rushing back and forth with garment bags, trailed by two PR assistants clutching tablets.I place the cup on Amy’s desk. She’s standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking on the phone in a fluent, clipped French that sounds like aggressive music. She doesn't even glance at me when I set the coffee down, but her hand moves instinctively toward the cup, her long fingers wrapping around it. I know she’s not

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CHAPTER 13The black car Amy sends to pick me up isn't mere transportation; it’s a luxurious limousine. As we cross the Queensboro Bridge toward Manhattan, I gaze out the window at the lights of the city that never sleeps. My reflection in the glass hands back the image of a stranger: the emerald-green dress she sent feels like a second skin, one that shimmers with every movement and seems designed to merge seamlessly with my body.I’ve swept my hair up into a sophisticated low bun, leaving a few loose strands to frame my face, and the makeup—far more dramatic than what I usually wear—accentuates the depth of my honey-colored eyes. I feel powerful, yet I also feel as though I’m walking a tightrope on the verge of snapping.When the car pulls up in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, where the gala is taking place, my heart leaps into my throat. The red carpet is swarming with photographers and a massive crowd trying to catch a glimpse of New York’s elite. The chauffeur opens the

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CHAPTER 14Amy is standing a few yards from the dance floor; she’s stopped talking to the investor. Her posture is locked in rigid tension, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, and her eyes... God, her eyes are two blazes of pure hatred. The icy composure that always defines her has evaporated, giving way to a volcanic fury.She slices across the dance floor like lightning. People scramble out of her path, feeling the sheer vibration of her rage. Before Marco can take another step, Amy is right there."Let go of her," she demands. Her voice isn't a shout; it's a lethal hiss that seems to make the music freeze in place.Marco stops, startled, but tries to hold his ground."Come on, Amy, it's just a dance. Don't be so stingy with your... assistant."Amy steps closer, invading Marco's personal space with a raw aggression that takes my breath away. She places herself directly between us, severing our physical contact with a sharp, forceful movement."I said let go of h

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CHAPTER 15The drive back from the museum is a silent ordeal, thick with suffocating tension. The skyscraper lights flicker outside like flashes, intermittently illuminating Amy’s sharp profile. She doesn't utter another word to me, yet her presence fills every inch of the limousine. The air feels heavy with her rage, and her scent of sandalwood creates an atmosphere where oxygen is scarce.When the limousine pulls to a stop, I realize we aren't in Queens; we aren't in front of my modest brick building. We're standing before the imposing dark-glass facade of the tower housing Amy’s penthouse—one of the most exclusive addresses in all of Manhattan.How? When did she ask the driver to change directions? Then I spot her phone clutched in her hand; I hadn't noticed it until now."Get out," she commands. Her voice is soft, yet lethal."Ms. Murphy, my apartment..." I begin, but she’s already out of the vehicle, holding the door open with a gaze that permits no debate.I step out, feel

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CHAPTER 16Her lips crash against mine with devastating force. It isn't a romantic kiss like I thought it would be; this is an invasion, a takeover. Her lips, which I had imagined to be cold, are embers burning into mine. Her tongue claims my mouth with an authority that leaves me breathless, exploring every corner with an urgency that makes my legs buckle.Fuck, I feel like I'm melting.I let out a muffled groan that gets swallowed whole by her mouth. The world simply vanishes. The elevator keeps ascending, but I feel like I'm falling into an abyss. Amy isn't just kissing me; she's branding me. I've never felt anything like this with any man. It feels like she's marking me as her own. Her left hand leaves the wall to tangle in my hair, tugging just hard enough to force my neck back, while her right hand moves down my side, gripping my waist with a possessiveness that arches my body flush against hers.I can already feel myself growing wet and throbbing; I have to squeeze my legs

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CHAPTER 17Amy walks toward the black granite wet bar without looking at me. She pours herself a whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass with a sound that makes me jump. I remain standing in the middle of the living room, feeling small beneath the soaring ceilings."Have a drink, Camila; you look as though you're about to faint," she says, regaining that commanding cadence that permits no argument."I don't want a drink. I want to understand what just happened." My voice comes out firmer than I expected, even though my legs are still made of jelly.I watch her round the bar. She approaches me with that slow, predatory grace that makes me want to run while simultaneously throwing myself into her arms. She stops just far enough away for the warmth of her body to envelop me once more."What happened is that you finally stopped lying to yourself," she whispers, taking a sip from her glass without taking her eyes off mine. "But before we move any further, before this incident beco

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CHAPTER 18She moves her other hand up to my face, forcing me to look at her. The blue of her eyes is now a deep ocean of dark intentions."This is what I mean when I say I'm not normal. My hands don't merely caress, Camila: my hands claim. My affection is a form of control. If you decide to take one step further in this apartment, if you decide you want to be more than my secretary, you must accept that your will will no longer be your own. You will surrender your decisions, your desires, and even your breath to me."I freeze. Her words are an invitation to the abyss. She isn't talking about an office romance; she's talking about absolute surrender, a power game far beyond my depth. My mind—schooled in traditional values and the pursuit of conventional love—screams: Danger! But my body... that treacherous dog of a body responds to her touch with an intensity that leaves me sick with pleasure.Amy leans in, her face millimeters from mine. Her fingers around my neck tighten by bar

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CHAPTER 19And Monday finally arrives. New York’s sky breaks in a shade of gray that I could say fits my mood perfectly. My steps toward the building feel mechanical, heavy, as though every inch draws me closer to the floor where she is. I have to admit I haven't been able to sleep more than a few consecutive hours all weekend; every time I closed my eyes, I felt the pressure of Amy’s hand on my neck or heard her deep voice dictating her stupid, absurd "First Rule."When I step into the lobby, for the first time I don't feel intimidated by the marble or the sour-faced blonde receptionist. I feel empty. I've decided to stash the emerald-green dress at the very back of my closet, buried beneath a pile of old clothes like a corpse I refuse to acknowledge. I’ve put on a dark gray suit—the most boring, professional one I own—and swept my hair into a bun so tight it's giving me a headache. I want protection; I want to be invisible.I walk toward the elevators. Stepping into the cab, I ke

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CHAPTER 20By Thursday morning, the tension reaches a breaking point—a point of rupture, a point of no return, a point of "I can't take this anymore." I walk into her office to leave the personal correspondence she had taught me how to sort last week. My hand accidentally grazes her desk, and for a moment, I freeze, staring at her. Amy is breathtaking today: she wears a pearl-colored silk blouse that contrasts sharply with her raven-black hair, her brow furrowed in concentration as she jots notes in the margins of a manuscript. I want to scream at her, toss the envelopes at her face, and force her to see me—to yell at me, to lay her hands on me again, even if it's just to throw me out of her office, her building, her publishing house."Is there anything else, Miss Contreras?" she asks without looking up."No, Ms. Murphy.""Then you may step out. And send this manuscript to Julian Vaughn. Tell him if I don't have his edit notes by tomorrow, he can stop by Human Resources."Julian.

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