Elias, fresh from his own shower, droplets of water tracing rivulets down his sculpted chest. His dark hair was damp, slicked back haphazardly, and he wore only a pair of loose trousers slung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared beneath the fabric. His pheromones hit me immediately—intense, dominant, like thunder rolling over a forest fire.
It stirred something primal in me, a flicker of that heat I'd just endured, making my knees weak. He was on the phone, his back partially turned, one hand holding the device to his ear while the other rummaged through a drawer.
"...yes, bring the contract tomorrow. And make sure it's ironclad. No loopholes." His voice was low, authoritative, the kind that commanded packs and crushed rivals.
I froze in the doorway,
