Tamed on His Desk
The message sat between them like a loaded gun.
Nicholas stared at the photo, the timestamp, the implication. Alina, half turned, stepping out of his building, her coat pulled tight, hair tumbling over her shoulders like she didn’t have a care in the world.
But someone had been watching.
Someone wanted them to know.
Alina’s voice was low. “Is it Delilah?”
“Has to be.” His grip on the phone tightened.
“She’s not just threatening your business anymore,” Alina said. “She’s making it personal.”
Nicholas moved fast, locking the office doors, pulling the blinds, like he could shut the world out.
“She’s crossing lines.”
“You let her draw them,” Alina snapped.
He froze, then slowly turned toward her. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
The air crackled between them.
