Jesus, this could be a contender for the Cringe of the Year awards. How long is this going to take? I’ve got places I need to be. And now I’ll have to hide out in here until they’re done, praying he doesn’t decide to fuck her in the rainfall shower.
He loosens his tie and yanks off his shirt. I’m loathe to admit it, but the view is impressive. Tanned, smooth skin and mouthwatering abs that belong on a protein shake commercial. The perfect bait trap for a demon like him.
“Did I tell you to speak?” he growls as she grapples with his belt buckle.
I roll my eyes to the heavens. It seems like he’s just as bossy mid-fuck as he is in the boardroom.
Terrified of being caught, I hold my breath, every muscle locked tight, trying to make myself as silent as possible.
But even though I know I should look away, my eyes keep drifting back to him. Chase’s face is flawless, of course. All chiseled lines and perfect bone structure.
But the longer I stare, the more I see.
His eyes are dark, distant. Not cold, exactly—just... numb. Like he’s somewhere else entirely. Or maybe just bored.
Even with a literal supermodel draped across his desk, he looks detached.
Like he’s running through his checklist for the day.
Breakfast.Plan global domination.Lunch. Dismantle a rival.Dinner.Screw a supermodel over your desk.Rinse. Repeat.
I’m so busy staring, I forget about the phone in my pocket—until it starts screaming.
My blood turns to ice as I glance at the flashing screen. The shrill ringtone slices through the silence. I fumble, heartslamming against my ribs, but it slips from my hands and crashes to the floor with a loud crack.
I dive for it like it’s a live grenade, hands scrambling to mute it, nausea rising in my throat, praying they are too distracted to notice.
No such luck.
Terrifying silence is followed by Chase’s deep, commanding tone. “What the hell was that?”
I close my eyes, pulling my knees in tight, wishing I could reverse time and get into that elevator with Seb.I swear he can smell my fear. His nose twitches, his eyes darting around the office.
Please, God, I press my palms together in silent prayer. I promise not to drink Mark’s coffee again. Unless it’s an emergency... and I’m really, really tired.
“Chase, it’s nothing,” the woman purrs, tracing her finger over his iron abs and the tribal tattoo coiled around his left pec.
Yes, Chase, listen to the woman. Just get on with it so I can crawl out of here and pretend this never happened.
His head swivels to the bathroom door, his eyes so dark and chilling I shiver. The way his gaze narrows in on the door, and his lips curl in a sneer; it’s as if he can see right through the solid oak, deep into the pit of my soul.
“Get dressed and leave,” he barks at the woman, his laser focus still locked in my direction. She knows better than to argue as she scrambles to get her clothes back on. She flounces out, the door slamming shut with a force that echoes through the office.
Slowly, he crouches to retrieve his discarded shirt, every movement deliberate, as if each second is under his complete control. Straightening to his full height, he slides his muscular arms into the sleeves with a precision that only heightens the tension, leaving the buttons undone, the fabric hanging loose over the hard lines of his torso. His hand rises to his hair, fingersdragging through the dark strands with arrogant ease, slicking back the longer top contrasted by the short undercut.
Every move feels like a warning, a quiet storm brewing beneath the surface. The entire building seems to shake with each approaching footstep. The creak of the bathroom door scrapes over every nerve like broken glass.
“Get out here and stop hiding like a rat,” he bites out, each word laced with barely contained fury.
With my head hanging low, I step forward, avoiding his burning gaze.
“You’d better have a damn good explanation for creeping around my office like a peeping Tom.”
“I didn’t think you’d come back,” I mumble like an idiot, taking a huge step back while he closes the distance with a single stride.
“That much is obvious.” He takes another step forward, his presence like a wall closing in.
“Now, you’ve got five seconds to explain yourself before I call security and have you thrown out on your ass—with a lawsuit for trespassing as a parting gift.”
