THE CEO'S CONTRACT ENGAGEMENT
His full mouth was the only softening feature, but even that was set in grim tension as he lay there.
“You have to relax,” Wendy said, her words a contradiction because her whole body lay rigid beside him, her own breath coming in short, irregular bursts. Even her words were stilted, coming in short breathy sentences as they struggled through her vocal cords. “Use your stomach muscles and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”
“What?” he asked. One of his eyes peeped open.
“Abdominal breathing,” Wendy explained, but from the two vertical lines appearing over the bridge of his nose Wendy knew she was talking to the hopelessly unconverted.
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