POV: Jane
I need air.
That’s the only coherent thought looping through my skull right now. Air, distance, and maybe a one-way ticket to literally anywhere that isn’t this penthouse office with this man standing three inches from my face.
Because apparently, he owns the atmosphere between us.
"Get away from me." I press my palm flat against Brian’s chest and shove.
It’s like pushing a load-bearing wall. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. He just watches me with those winter-gray eyes, looking at me like I’m a fascinating little equation he’s already solved.
"You need to calm down," he says, his voice a smooth, terrifying purr.
"Don't do that." I point a trembling finger at him. "Don't use that voice on me. The calm, rational CEO voice. I know what you are now."
"You knew what I
