Bound by boardroom

Damien wanted to play games, she'd play back. Her heels clicked against the marble, each step steeling her resolve. Last night had left her raw, torn between desire and doubt, but today, she'

her hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to hold his stare. "You think you're in control?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You're here because I allow it." Her skin burned where he touched her, memories of last night flooding back-his hands, his mouth, the desk. She shoved against his chest, but it was like pushing a wall. "Let go of me." He didn't. Instead, his grip tightened, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. "You don't want that," he said, reading her too easily. "You're angry. Confused. But you're not running." Damn him. She hated how right he was-hated the heat pooling low in her stomach, the way her body leaned into him despite her mind screaming to fight. "What's Kessler?" she blurted, seizing the opening. "Who's V. Kessler?" His expression hardened, the air between them shifting. "You've been paying attention," he said, releasing her so abruptly she stumbled back. He turned to his desk, picking up a pen, twirling it between his fingers. "That's not your concern." "It is if I'm signing my life away to you." She cross