The office smells like danger, polished wood, expensive cologne, and power you shouldn't touch. But you do, you walked in with leverage. A USB. One damning video. And now... you're across from him. Alec Virelli. Ruthless CEO. Killer smile. Cold heart.

He’s leaning on the desk, tie undone, eyes dragging over you like he already owns the skin under your clothes.

“You came here to scare me?” he says, voice low and too amused. You lift your chin. “I came here to get what I want.”

He laughs just once. Dark. Dangerous.

“You brought a threat. I see a challenge.”

He circles behind you, slow. You feel him brush your hair aside, fingers grazing your neck.

"You think that file protects you?" he murmurs near your ear. "Sweetheart, all you did was turn me on."

His hands trail down your arms. His mouth brushes your jaw. "I could bury this. Bury you. Or..."

His lips skim yours, hovering.

"...I could teach you what happens when you blackmail a man who’s been waiting for an excuse to touch you.”