The command was a hook in her gut, pulling her forward. She forced a tight smile at the intern who held the door for her and walked out into the cool, hallway, her heels clicking on the polished floor. Julian’s corner office was at the end of the hall, a monument to his power with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The door was shut.
She paused, her hand hovering over the handle. This is madness. The thought was a ghost now, devoid of its earlier power. It was just a reflex, a meaningless echo of a morality she’d left behind the first time he’d pinned her against the copy machine. The thrill was everything. The risk was the point.
She turned the handle and stepped inside.
He was waiting, his broad back to her as he stared out the window, his hands clasped behind him. The
