CEO'S LITTLE PREY
Before she pulled the wrong thread and unraveled everything.
A knock echoed through the room.
“Come in,” I called, knowing who it was.
Arianna stepped in wearing a midnight blue satin dress that curved along her waist like it was stitched from shadows and sin. Her hair was swept to the side, exposing her throat. Vulnerable, untouchable, and infuriatingly captivating.
“Let me guess,” she said, arms folded, eyes narrowed, “you’ve decided that being seen in public with me will improve your brand.”
“If my brand included women who argued with me at every turn and walked like they wanted to stab me, maybe,” I replied dryly. “But tonight’s not about me. It’s about proving a point.”
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