On the other side of the locked door, Grayson pressed his forehead against the cool wood, one fist clenched at his side. His heart hammered in his chest, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from their explosive encounter and the shock of recognition in her eyes when his mask had fallen.
"Red!" He pounded once more, frustration evident in every line of his body. "This changes nothing. Please, open the door."
No response. Just silence that stretched taut between them.
"Goddammit," he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. He'd thrown on his pants and mask but hadn't bothered with his shirt, his chest still slick with cooling sweat.
She worked for him. Somewhere in Taylor Industries, there was a woman he'd been dominating, f*****g, fantasizing about, a woman who took his orde
