GRAYSON COULDN'T DECIDE which was more dangerous: Mailah's smile or the way his demon side went unnervingly quiet when she leaned across the boardroom table to make her next outrageous demand.
"I'm not done with you yet," she said. Her voice was casual, but her eyes burned with challenge. "One day isn't enough. You're staying with me for the rest of the week."
The room had already emptied. The board members fled as soon as Grayson dismissed them, though several had lingered long enough to shoot curious glances at the woman who could tease their notoriously terrifying CEO without combusting on the spot.
Grayson growled low in his chest. "The week?"
"Yes," Mailah said firmly. "You saw what happened today. You snapped, then reined it in. That's progress. But imagine what we could do with a few more days."
He stood, towering over her, his hands braced on the table as if he could intimidate her into backing down. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart."
