The summons came at 9:47 AM. Aria sat at her desk, buried in spreadsheets, when her phone buzzed with an internal message: Executive Suite. Urgent file review. 10 AM. —Vance.
Her stomach twisted. Three days since he'd cornered her in her apartment. Three days of avoiding him, of taking different routes to work, of eating lunch in her car.
She'd told herself she was strong. That she could resist. But her body remembered. The ache between her thighs, the bruises fading on her hips, the phantom stretch of his c**k filling her completely.
She should ignore it. Should delete the message, claim she never saw it, hide in the bathroom until he gave up. Instead, she stood. Smoothed her skirt. Took the elevator to the top floor.
The executive suite was exactly as she'd imagined — vast and impos
