(Dominic’s POV)
She sat beside me in the backseat like nothing happened last night.
Legs crossed. Spine straight. Hair up in one of those tight buns she only did when she wanted to pretend her control was real. Tablet in hand, stylus poised, that same damn calm, clipped tone she always used when she was trying to keep a professional distance.
As if I hadn’t f****d the fight out of her on almost every surface of my house. As if I hadn’t watched her come apart in my lap, nails in my back, moaning like she hated how much she loved it.
“As of now, you’re expected in the tenth-floor conference room by ten,” she said, flipping to the next screen. “Rosa confirmed the quarterly finance deck is updated. She wants time to brief you personally.”
I hummed. Noncommittal. Stretched my arm out along
