The elevator doors closed and I finally let the breath I’d been holding escape in a ragged shudder. I leaned my head against the brushed metal, my lips still tingling from the whiskey-tainted heat of Darian’s mouth.
He’s closing the gaps. All of them.
The words echoed in my mind like a death knell. I walked through the penthouse, past the silent, looming shadows, and didn’t stop until I locked the door to the east wing bedroom behind me. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t need them. The lightning from the storm provided a strobe-light rhythm to my panic.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the small flash drive from my pocket.
“You’re not a prisoner, Tess,” I whispered to the dark room, mocking the way my own heart was trying to convince me to just run. “You’re the CFO. You’
