I didn’t sleep that night.
How could I?
Not after what happened in Lucian’s office.
Not after the taste of his kiss or the feel of Zane’s hands gripping my hips like I was already theirs.
I stared at my bedroom ceiling until dawn painted the walls in soft gray. My body ached—not from pain, but from something worse. A hunger. A gnawing, pulsing ache between my thighs that no amount of tossing in my sheets could satisfy.
When I finally got dressed, my fingers trembled over the buttons of my blouse. I chose the plainest outfit I owned—high collar, long sleeves, nothing tight. I wanted to disappear.
But when I walked into Wolfe International that morning, I knew it was useless.
Their eyes still found me.
Jaxon was leaning against my desk the moment I arrived, arms crossed, a grin playi
