CHAPTER 28
KIRA
I woke up in a bed that didn’t feel like mine.
The sheets were soft. For a second, I panicked.
Then I remembered.
The collar. The cuffs. The way he’d—
I sat up too fast. My thighs ached. My body felt used in the most possessive, sinful way.
But it was the dryness in my throat that finally made me move.
I padded to the door in one of his shirts. The hallway was quiet. Somewhere deeper in the house, I heard a low voice.
I followed it without thinking.
His office door was open.
He stood inside—shirtless, barefoot, hair messy.
Phone to his ear.
“No,” he snapped. “That’s not what I said. I said if the numbers don’t match by morning, I’ll pull the entire division.”
He paused. His eyes stayed on the monitors behind him, lines of data I couldn’t read.
“I don’t care
