A dangerous game
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Chapter Five
Diana sat at her desk, her fingers drumming against the surface, eyes locked on the screen, but her mind was miles away.
For the past two days, she had been caught in an internal war—one that started the moment she ended that call with Theo.
She hadn’t given him an answer.
Not yet.
The worst part? She hadn’t stopped thinking about it. About him. About what it would mean to accept his offer.
And now, her friend was about to make sure she wouldn’t ignore it for much longer.
Maya plopped down in the chair opposite Diana’s desk, crossing her legs and grinning like she knew exactly what was on Diana’s mind.
“Have you given him an answer yet?” Maya asked, voice teasing.
Diana didn’t even bother pretending she didn’t know what she was talking about.
“No.”
Maya groaned dramatically. “You’re snoozing, girl.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “You have a fine man practically throwing himself at you, and you’re sitting here acting like it’s a business proposal.”
Diana scoffed. “Because technically, it is.”
Maya rolled her eyes. “Cut the crap, Diana. You know damn well this isn’t just about business. It’s about you and the fact that you haven’t had a man in years.” She wiggled her fingers at Diana. “Get rid of the cobwebs, babe.”
Diana’s jaw tightened. She wanted to argue, but… was Maya wrong?
“I just don’t know if I should,” Diana admitted, rubbing her temple.
Maya smirked. “Do you want to?”
Diana hesitated.
And that hesitation was the answer.
Maya grinned. “That’s all I needed to hear.”
Diana rolled her eyes. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Diana exhaled, sinking into her chair. “I’ll think about it.”
Maya just smiled knowingly. “Yeah. You do that.
The company meeting was as dull as she expected.
Diana sat through presentation after presentation, her mind flickering between the words on the screen and the chaos in her head.
At some point, one of the senior managers mentioned a new CEO coming in soon.
It barely registered.
Another rich guy taking the reins—nothing to do with her.
Her thoughts drifted again.
Straight to Theo.
The way his voice sounded over the phone. Smooth. Commanding.
I’ll be waiting for your answer, Beauty.
A shiver curled down her spine.
What was she doing?
By the time Diana got home, she was exhausted.
She slipped off her heels, ran a hand through her hair, and made her way to the kitchen.
Scrambled eggs and bacon. Simple, easy, mindless.
That was what she needed—something mindless.
But even as she cracked eggs into the pan and flipped the bacon, her mind refused to settle.
She plated her food, but when she sat down at the counter, she just stared at it.
Her stomach was full of something else.
Something restless.
Something hungry.
Diana sighed, pushing the plate aside.
She needed a shower.
She needed to clear her head.
The water was scalding hot as it cascaded down her skin, but it did nothing to ease the tension coiling in her body.
Diana let her head fall back, eyes closing as the heat soaked into her muscles.
But instead of washing away her thoughts, the steam only seemed to bring them closer.
She could still hear his voice, low and smooth, curling around her like a touch.
She could still feel the weight of his presence, the certainty in his words, the way he spoke like he knew she would give in.
Like he knew she wanted this.
Diana swallowed hard, but her pulse betrayed her, quickening, her body growing warmer for an entirely different reason.
Damn it.
She braced herself against the shower wall, fingers skimming over her damp skin, hesitant at first.
She shouldn’t be thinking about him.
But she was.
What would he feel like?
Her breath hitched as her fingers moved lower, teasing over the sensitive skin of her stomach, her hips.
What would his hands feel like?
Her lashes fluttered, her breath unsteady as she let herself imagine it—his palms, rough and warm, gripping her waist, sliding over her curves with purpose.
He would take his time.
A soft gasp slipped past her lips as her fingers dipped between her thighs, a slow, tentative stroke that made her shiver.
She bit her lip, moving again, the sensation igniting something deep in her core.
A slow, sweet ache.
He would watch me like this, she thought hazily.
Her fingers moved faster.
He would hold me down, make me beg for it, tease me until I was shaking, until I was—
Her moan echoed against the tiles as pleasure coiled tight, her legs trembling.
She could see him—hovering over her, eyes dark, mouth curved in a knowing smirk.
“Let go for me, Beauty.”
Diana shattered, pleasure ripping through her in hot, shuddering waves, her body arching as she came hard against her fingers.
Her legs nearly gave out.
She gasped, forehead pressing against the cool tile as aftershocks pulsed through her, her breath ragged, her skin burning.
But as the pleasure faded, something else crept in.
A cold, sinking feeling that settled deep in her chest.
What the hell was she doing?
She clenched her jaw, shutting off the water abruptly.
This was a mistake.
She couldn’t let a man—some stranger—get under her skin like this.
She wouldn’t.
Diana stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself as she faced her reflection in the fogged-up mirror.
Her pulse was still erratic, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen.
She looked wrecked.
And worst of all?
She wanted more.
Diana swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the sink.
She had to stop this.
Before it was too late.
Before she fell into something she wouldn’t be able to crawl out of.
But as she reached for her phone, fingers hovering over his number—
She already knew.
It was too late.
And soon…
She would call him
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