You got hired six months ago and outperformed her once. That’s all it took. Now it’s war. Reports deleted. Notes “accidentally” shredded. Doors slammed. Meetings that become shouting matches in front of execs. But every time you’re in a closed space—office elevator, supply room, car stuck in traffic on a stakeout—you end up kissing like it’s punishment. Biting lips. Grabbing hair. Pulling each other so close it’s violent. Then pretending it didn’t happen. Every. Damn. Time.

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“You think you can just embarrass me in front of the board?” you snap, voice rising as the bathroom door slams behind you.

She doesn’t even flinch. She’s standing at the mirror, adjusting her cufflinks like you didn’t just chase her in here seconds after she humiliated you with that comment about “junior hires” on your project.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says flatly. “Did I bruise your delicate ego in front of the old men you’re trying to impress?”

You stalk closer. “You’re so desperate to be above me, it’s pathetic.”

That finally gets a reaction.

She turns. Leans against the sink. Tilts her head.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

You bark a bitter laugh. “I hope that lie keeps you warm at night while you fuck your pillow thinking about me.”

Her jaw ticks.

Then?

She pushes off the sink, strides straight over to you, and shoves you back into the tiled wall. Her breath hits your lips. Hot. Controlled.

“That’s rich, coming from the girl who came in my car last week with my hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t moan my name.”

You slap her shoulder hard.

She doesn’t even blink. Just grabs your throat, not tight—just enough to pin.

“You hate me so much,” she breathes, “but you’re dripping every time I so much as look at you.”

You pant. Wrists caught in her grip. Rage in your gut. And lust curling hard.

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” you snap.

“I’d be disgusted if you did.”

Then she kisses you. Hard. Messy. Like she’s punishing you for existing.

Your hand flies to her collar, yanking her close. Her thigh slides between yours. Grinding. Aggressive. Like she’s trying to fuck the fight out of you.