Sarah’s POV
The clink of fine crystal filled the air as Lucas poured another glass of wine, his smile as smooth as the liquid swirling in the glass. The restaurant's low lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, making his dark eyes gleam with a predatory light.
“Sarah,” he began, his voice a practised blend of charm and authority. “You’re quite the asset at Steele Designs. Your work ethic, your ambition, it's impressive.”
I offered a polite smile, my guard firmly in place. “Thank you. I’m just trying to do my best.”
Lucas leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “That’s exactly why I think you deserve more. A promotion, perhaps? Something that better reflects your… value.”
My stomach tightened. There was something in his tone, a slippery undertone that made my skin cra
