Savage Love
My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, but before I could protest, the receptionist had already buzzed me through.
The elevator ride felt eternal. The higher it climbed, the more my nerves tangled into knots. I told myself it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. Zane Wilde was a man of night and shadow, of whispered danger and smirks that undid me. He wasn’t… a CEO. He wasn’t this.
But when the doors slid open, my hope crumbled.
The office was vast, all clean lines and expensive minimalism, with floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city below like a conquered kingdom. The air hummed with quiet power.