The boardroom was silent except for the soft hum of the building’s ventilation system. Afternoon light spilled through the tinted glass windows, turning the city outside into a hazy blur. Inside, everything was sharp and sterile — polished table, chrome accents, cold air.
She stood outside the door for a long time, clutching the file against her chest, heart pounding against the hard surface. All morning she had felt it. The pulse. That quiet, low thrum just under her skin, winding around her like invisible heat. The bond.
Every time she tried to concentrate on her work, the sensation returned — a whisper in the back of her skull, a spark between her thighs. It wasn’t just physical anymore. It was him. Inside her.
The door slid open before she could knock. His voice filled the hall, smo
