Between chess moves

Name: Between chess moves
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In a game of power and seduction, every move matters. Joseph Light is a visionary who built her fashion empire from nothing. When she seeks sponsorship from Zikora Martins, a formidable businessman, she expects a deal-not a high-stakes game of wit and desire. Zikora thrives on control, and Light is a challenge he can't resist. As professional negotiations turn into a dangerous dance of attraction, ambition and passion collide. In this battle of wills, who will make the next move... and who will surrender first?

R18+ Modern First love Love triangle CEO Doctor Scheming Attractive Workplace Unique occupation

Chapter 5 4

03-24 10:49

Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Martins?" I asked, my voice steady despite the weight of my words. It was meant as a tease, a playful jab to see how he'd react.

His lips curved into a faint smile, the corners lifting just enough to suggest he was up to something. "If I was trying to seduce you," he began, his voice was low and unhurried, each word carrying a weight that made my pulse quicken, "you'd never see it coming." He took a step forward, his demeanor shifting into something deliberate, almost predatory. Instinctively, I took a step back, but he didn't stop. His movements were unhurried, each step measured, matching mine like a predator closing in on its prey.

"And even if you did," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I'm sure you wouldn't be able to form words." By now, I was backed against the wall, the cool surface pressing into my back. He placed a hand on the wall just above my head, caging me in. His other hand hovered near my waist, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him but not quite touching.

I pressed myself further into the wall, as if it might somehow open and let me escape. But there was no escape-not from him, not from this. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. His breath was warm, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're holding your breath," he murmured, his voice rich and velvety, doing things to me I couldn't quite explain. "Don't."

I exhaled sharply, but it did little to calm the storm raging inside me. My skin prickled with goosebumps, and a low, growing heat pooled beneath my belly. I refused to close my eyes, refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter. This was a challenge now, one I had foolishly started, and I wasn't about to back down.

His lips traced a ghostly path down my neck, his breath hot against my skin. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every thought in my head scrambled. When he finally brought his face to mine, our lips hovering just a breath apart, the urge to close the distance was unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it.

He leaned in, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. A part of me -a reckless, undeniable part-wanted him to. But then he smiled, that infuriating, knowing smile, and pulled away.

Damn him.

His features snapped back into that serious, controlled look he always wore, and he stepped back. "I expect to hear from you tomorrow," he said, his tone casual, as if he hadn't just turned my world upside down. With that, he turned and walked out of my office, leaving me breathless and furious.

I let out the breath I'd been holding, my legs suddenly weak. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart, but it was no use. He had gotten under my skin, and I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to shake him.