Jace had barely slept.
His muscles ached, not from the cuffs Lily had locked him into the night before, but from the tension that sat heavy in his bones. It wasn’t just guilt—it was the fear of knowing he’d gone too far. Again. And yet he hadn’t stopped her. He didn’t want to.
He wanted more.
But reality always had a way of crashing in.
At 9:01 a.m. sharp, a courier hand-delivered an envelope to Jace’s desk.
No signature. Just a small embossed card inside.
PRIVATE MEETING – 9:30 A.M.
C. CALDER – CONFERENCE ROOM 5A
His stomach dropped.
He stared at the words like they might rearrange themselves into something less threatening.
But they didn’t.
Lily’s father—Christopher Calder. CEO. Billionaire. A man whose last assistant had been fired for taking a call during a board meeting. An
