The world beneath the mahogany desk was a cavern of shadows and mahogany-scented darkness. Elena scrambled on her hands and knees, her skin scraping against the plush Persian rug, her breath coming in short, terrified gasps. She curled her knees to her chest, pressing herself into the far corner of the kneehole, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure Julian could hear it.
Above her, the leather chair creaked as Julian sat down. His legs shifted, the expensive fabric of his trousers brushing against her bare shoulder. He adjusted his position, spreading his knees wide, effectively trapping her in his personal space.
"Come in," Julian called out. His voice was calm, composed, utterly authoritative. It was the voice of the CEO, not the voice of the man who had just ordere
