Briar Point of View
Today, it was a grating buzz that vibrated in her teeth, a constant reminder of the disorder Chase had unleashed inside her.
She stared at the glowing monitor, the rows of numbers blurring into meaningless shapes. Her focus was shattered, fractured into a thousand sharp pieces by the memory of the morning. The filing room. The scent of old paper and his cologne, a dark, spicy scent that had clung to her clothes and skin.
The cold, unforgiving metal of the filing cabinet against her back as his body pinned her there.
Her fingers, poised over the keyboard, curled into a fist. She could still feel the ghost of his grip on her hips, the possessive strength that had left no room for protest. She squeezed her thighs together under the desk, a futile attempt to quell the
