Tamed on His Desk
Alina
I didn’t expect him to hold me.
Not after everything.
Not after what he did to me — what I begged him to do.
But there I was, tangled in silk sheets, head on his chest, breathing in his cologne and the clean, expensive scent of control.
He wasn’t touching me anymore.
He was just… there.
Still.
Present.
Dangerous in the way only men with secrets are.
I should’ve gotten up.
I should’ve pulled my dress back down and found my shoes and left before the sun could remind me that I was just another woman he’d conquered.
But when I shifted, he tightened his arm around me.
“You’re staying.”
It wasn’t a question.
“I have work in the morning.”
“You’ll be late.”
He didn’t open his eyes. Just pressed his lips to the top of my head like that was something he was
