ZOE’S POV
His voice dropped, smooth and steady.
“Drop it. Get on all fours and crawl to me.”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard him so I just stood there, staring at him. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, loud and uneven. He’d said it so casually, like telling me to take a seat or hand him a pen.
His eyes didn’t waver, he was watching me with fire in his eyes. That steady, quiet authority in his gaze was unnerving. And the worst part was how a single look from him could make my pulse trip over itself.
“Julian…” I started, my voice low and unsure, an edge of disbelief scraping against it. “What are you—”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for something on the desk behind him which had a perfect view of the New York skyline —It was a familiar folder. The contract. Oh,
