I looked at the empty space on the mattress. It was genuinely absurd. Even with Raiden’s hulking bulk and Nate’s long-limbed sprawl, there was easily enough room for two more full-sized men. It was a bed built for a giant, or perhaps a deeply lonely god.
“I have work to do,” I deflected, tossing my tie onto the nearby armchair. “The structural reports from the lower levels need to be meticulously filed, and the board of directors is expecting a quarterly projection by morning.”
“The board can wait,” Raiden rumbled, lifting his head from the pillows to fix me with a sudden, deeply serious look. “And the bunker isn’t going anywhere tonight. But she’s here, brother. And she’s cold.”
That was the absolute trump card, and they knew it.
With a heavy sigh of inevitable defeat, I stripped off
