The soft click of the privacy lock still echoed in my ears when Christian's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
"Hold on, Miss Turner."
I froze mid-step, my hand inches from the door handle. That wasn't a request—it was a command, and every fiber of my being responded to it whether I wanted to or not.
The door opened before I could turn around.
"Christian, darling!"
The voice was silk and honey, but it made my wolf's hackles rise. A woman glided into the office like she owned the place, all platinum blonde hair and designer everything. Her crimson dress probably cost more than my monthly rent.
She didn't even glance at me as she moved straight to Christian, planting a kiss on his cheek that lasted just a beat too long to be casual.
"Vanessa." Christian's voic
