By the time the afternoon light streamed in through the office windows, Ava had almost convinced herself she’d shaken off the morning’s incident— Almost.
Her laptop hummed softly on the desk, a spreadsheet opened before her, but the numbers blurred into useless columns.
Her mind kept drifting back to the sound of his voice, to the way her body had betrayed her, moving before thought, obeying him as if her will didn’t belong to her anymore.
A sharp inhale steadied her. She couldn’t allow it. Not here, not with him under her authority.
So when Tristan delivered his report on the company’s latest proposal, Ava caught the deliberate slant in his work.
Details twisted, instructions bent, not outright wrong, just enough to make it clear he’d chosen not to follow orders exactly.
She knew
