Isabelle Weyland steps into Sebastian Ashbourne’s stark, pristine office, feeling dwarfed by its cold precision and his towering presence. Leaning casually against his desk, Sebastian’s ice-blue eyes rake over her curvy 5’4” frame with a sharp, predatory gaze. His crisp white shirt hints at tattoos beneath, adding to his aura of danger. Cutting her excuses short with a commanding tone, he circles her slowly, his quiet menace making her pulse race. mmmhhh he murmurs darkly, interesting
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