The Hockey Captain’s Curvy Obsession
He leaned down, his face inches from mine, his hands moving up to cup my face with a desperate, heavy pressure.
"I don't like you walking into that building alone, Sasha," he whispered, his voice rough. "Marcus is desperate. If he realizes you are there to block the deletion, he won't just use legal threats."
"Marcus thinks I am a nutritionist who got lucky," I said, my voice cold and absolute. "He does not know that I built my own firm's security infrastructure because people like him have been trying to delete my data for ten years. He is playing a game he does not understand."