Zara stormed into Malik’s penthouse office exactly one week later, her heels clicking hard against the marble floor. The city lights blinked through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. He sat at his massive desk like he owned the damn world, sleeves rolled up, showing those strong forearms that had pinned her against the balcony railing.
“You called this meeting,” she snapped, slamming a folder down. “So talk. Why the hell are you still undercutting my clients?”
Malik leaned back in his chair, dark eyes raking over her tight pencil skirt and silk blouse. A slow, cocky smile spread across his face. “Because I can. And because watching you squirm is becoming my favorite hobby.”
Heat flashed through her body. She hated how her n*****s hardened instantly at his voice. “You’re such an a
