Office Confrontation
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Rosette's POV
Lydia left the room so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet.
The second the door clicked shut behind her, the air in Andrew Voss’s massive office became thick enough to choke on. He stood behind his enormous desk like a king on his throne, those piercing gray eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my knees weak.
“Miss Sinclair,” he repeated, his voice low and dangerously smooth. “Or should I say… the woman who ran out of my bed before sunrise?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. I straightened my spine and tried to summon every ounce of professionalism I had left.
“Mr. Voss,” I said, keeping my voice cool and detached, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. “I wasn’t aware you were the CEO when I applied for this position. If this is going to be a problem, I can—”
“Sit down.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
I remained standing, lifting my chin defiantly. “I’d prefer to stand.”
A dark chuckle escaped him as he slowly walked around the desk, closing the distance between us like a predator stalking prey. “Still fighting me. I like that.”
My breath hitched as he stopped just inches away. The unique scent of sandalwood and power, hit me like a drug. Memories of what that body could do flooded my mind uninvited.
“You’ve been looking for me?” I asked, trying to regain control. “Why? It was one night. We agreed—”
“I never agreed to anything,” he cut me off, his voice dropping lower. “You ran, Rosette. You left my bed without a word. No name. No number. No trace. No woman has ever done that to me.”
His hand reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, the touch deceptively gentle. But his eyes burned with something darker. Possession.
“I had my team pull the security footage within an hour of waking up alone,” he continued, stepping even closer until my back hit the edge of his desk. “I was going to find you. And now here you are… working directly under me.”
The double meaning in his words sent a rush of heat straight between my legs.
“This is inappropriate,” I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, leaning slightly toward him. “I need this job. My mother’s medical bills—”
“I know about your mother,” he said softly, almost tenderly. But there was steel underneath. “I know about your useless ex. I know everything now.”
My eyes widened in shock.
He caged me against the desk with his arms on either side of me, his powerful body inches from mine. The tension was explosive, it was anger and attraction, mixed with raw need crackling between us like electricity.
“You can’t do this,” I breathed, even as my hands came up to rest against his hard chest. I told myself it was to push him away, but my fingers curled into his expensive dress shirt instead.
“Can’t I?” His head dipped lower, lips hovering just above mine. His breath was warm against my mouth. One of his hands slid down my side, gripping my hip possessively, pulling me flush against the hard evidence of his arousal.
This was torture. His lips brushed mine twice, teasing and tempting, but never fully giving in. His other hand trailed up my thigh, pushing my pencil skirt higher, fingers digging into my skin with just enough pressure to make me gasp.
Desire and fury warred inside me. I hated how easily he unraveled me. I hated how much I wanted him at that moment.
“Mr. Voss…” I tried one last time, voice shaky.
“Andrew,” he corrected, his lips finally pressing against mine in a searing, dominant kiss that stole what was left of my sanity. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, reminding me exactly how good we were together.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
He stared down at me with storm-gray eyes full of dark promise.
“You ran from me once, Rosette. You won’t do it again.”
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