Monday morning at Holt Enterprises looked like any other—sleek suits, fast heels, and the smell of fresh coffee thick in the air. But for Eva Collins, everything had changed.
The moment she stepped onto the executive floor, her body betrayed her. Her thighs clenched at the memory of being bent over that mirrored elevator wall, of Grayson Holt’s voice in her ear, rough and commanding as he used her like she belonged to him. She’d barely slept since. Her mind had replayed every breath, every thrust, every second he had her cuffed to his rhythm and spilling her soul across his palm.
And now she was here. He had summoned her to his office.
Not HR. Not a meeting room.
His office.
She walked the hall like a woman headed to confession—only the sin wasn’t regret. It was desire.
The assistant
