The days following everything had blurred into a haze of boardroom meetings, crisis calls, and endless spreadsheets for Eleanor.
Vosstech was still reeling from the R Corporation’s theft of the infrastructure deal, Julian’s moods swinging like a pendulum between rage and forced optimism.
But amid the chaos, one thing dominated her thoughts which was Calder Valmonte.
It started innocently enough. The memory of his hands on her skin at Chenonceau, the way his gray eyes had darkened when she stepped into his suite by mistake.
But now, it consumed her. Every quiet moment, her mind wandered back to the scrape of his stubble against her throat, the possessive grip on her hips, the low growl in his voice when he claimed her.
She had woken up in the night, body aching with unfulfilled need,
