Dominic’s POV
Anna thought she could fight me.
She thought she could hide behind stiff professionalism and clipped sentences, like that would be enough to keep me at bay. But I’d seen it—the flush that bloomed beneath her skin when I stood too close, the breath she held when my hand brushed against hers, the tension that curled in her shoulders when she thought I wasn’t looking. That wasn’t indifference. That was restraint. Fragile. Brittle.
I had given her space. Let her pretend our arrangement was purely business. Let her wear her armor of distance and dignity. But the thing about walls was, they cracked. And I had every intention of making her shatter.
Not through force.
But through heat.
I wouldn’t take her. Not until she came to me. Until she begged for it. Until she admitted th
