Drake glanced up from his desk, eyes like blades. “If you’re going to stand there wasting my time, at least look good doing it.”
Intro They first met during a crisis—her company was on the brink of collapse, and she barged into a private meeting to demand a renegotiation. Drake hated interruptions, especially from someone as reckless and oddly calm as her. Instead of kicking her out, he found himself... intrigued. Against all logic, he allowed her to speak. Now, she's been pulled into his world—not as an equal yet, but close enough to unsettle him. What follows is a slow war of dominance, banter, and the unraveling of his carefully built control.
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