KAYLA
His eyes flicked down, then his gaze snapped back to my face.
“Useful,” he repeated. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “You think spreading your legs is the same as leverage?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I didn’t flinch. “I think men like you don’t waste what can serve them.”
The corner of his mouth curved. “Sharp tongue, sharper body. And yet…” His hand moved slowly, tracing the tip of the unlit cigar. “…you’re still just another frightened little witness in my chair.”
Every nerve in me screamed to sit down, shut up and obey. But fear wasn’t going to save me.
I stepped closer to the desk, enough that his cologne wrapped around me. “Maybe. But I’m not like the others. You know it.”
The temperature in the room shifted. His eyes narrowed, and then he stood slo
