Chapter 4
Boardroom Breach
It started with a look.
Not a word, not a touch—just one look from across the room during the board meeting.
Julian Lancaster’s stormy grey eyes locked on me the second I entered, and I knew immediately: I was in trouble.
Not because I was late.
But because I’d left the house this morning with panties.
He’d explicitly told me not to, I knew he had plans but for some reason I wanted to push a button.
I’d assumed he’d forget.
He hadn’t.
The entire time he presented quarterly figures to stone-faced executives, his fingers tapped a slow, calculated rhythm on the glass conference table—four taps, pause, repeat. Every time, it made my thighs clench under the fabric of my skirt. He didn’t look at me often, but when he did, the silent threat in his gaze was cl
