CHAPTER THIRTY: A PREDATOR’S GAME
CHRISTIAN
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“What condition?” Sage’s stare didn’t waver. He was locked on me, waiting.
I met his gaze head-on, my mind sifting for the clean, professional version of what I really wanted to say.
‘Keep your hands off her.’
‘Stay professional.’
‘Don’t get too damn close.’
Every version tasted like jealousy. Possessive. It would tip him off, and I wasn’t handing him that power.
Zoey was supposed to be just an employee. Professionally, that’s all she should matter to me.
“Just… don’t give her a hard time,” I said finally, forcing a polite, tight smile I didn’t mean.
“I’m a nice guy, Christian. Nothing to worry about.” Sage’s mouth curved into that same smug grin before he extended his hand. “Shall we sign?”
I took his hand, resisting the urge to
