I couldn't move. It felt as if my heels were cemented to the polished hardwood of Damon’s office. I swallowed hard as his towering frame cast a heavy shadow over me, trapping me completely against my own desk.
"Are you certain that is the only reason you're running, Claire?" Damon asked, his baritone dropping into a ragged, dangerous whisper. "If there is something else... tell me."
There was an absolute, unyielding power in his voice that made my pulse race wildly against my throat. I was dangerously close to spilling every panicked secret I had—that his touch was destroying my objectivity, that the way he looked at me made the twelve-month contract feel like a delusion.
I clamped the Creation Systems acquisition file tightly against my chest like a physical shield. "Natalie is asking
