Mack’s POV
His boardroom was a fishbowl of stiff suits and glass walls, but his mind wasn’t on the financial projections flickering on the screen.
It was on Viola.
He hadn’t slept much. Hell, he’d barely blinked. He could still taste her name on his tongue. The way she’d pulled back from him last night… he respected it. Admired it. But it only made him want her more.
She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t fall at his feet. She made him work for it—and that was exactly what he intended to do.
As the meeting droned on, Mack leaned toward Jax, who sat to his right.
“Wrap this up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
Jax smirked. “Let me guess. Dark hair, sharp tongue, and eyes that look like they’ll burn you alive?”
Mack gave him a sidelong glance. “You’ve been around me too long.”
“Maybe.
