The conference room was still humming with tension when Nicholas stormed out.
Alina followed, heels clicking like gunfire on marble.
“Nicholas—”
He didn’t stop.
Not until he slammed open the door to his private penthouse office and pulled her inside. The door locked with a soft beep.
“You think I don’t see what Delilah’s doing?” he growled.
Alina swallowed. “She wants to make you choose.”
He turned sharply. “She’s already lost.”
Then his hands were on her—gripping her hips, pulling her against him, hard and unrelenting. His mouth found her throat, his breath scalding. “But you—you don’t get to taunt me either.”
“I’m not—”
“You walked into that meeting in that dress. You sat beside me like you didn’t know how insane you drive me.”
He spun her around. Pressed her face-first into t
