Adair sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, but her mind wasn't on the skyline — it was still in that conference room, locked in a silent, smoldering war with Dominic Wolfe.
Why did everything with him feel like a high-stakes game?
His voice still echoed in her head, low and challenging, laced with something dangerously close to desire. She hated how easily he got under her skin. Hated even more that a part of her didn't want to shake the feeling off.
The car came to a smooth stop in front of her apartment. She mumbled a thank-you to the driver and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement like punctuation marks to a conversation she hadn't finished.
Upstairs, her apartment greeted her with silence and shadows. She kicked off her shoes, tossed her purse onto the couch, and exhaled. Her fingers moved automatically — lights on, wine poured, hair down. But her thoughts were stuck in rewind.
There had been a moment — just a flicker — when Dominic had leaned across the table, his eyes dark and unreadable, and she had almost forgotten why she was supposed to hate him.
She sank into the couch, pulling her knees up under her chin. What the hell was she doing?
Dominic stared out the window of his penthouse office, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. He hadn't touched his drink.
He couldn't stop thinking about her.
Adair wasn't like the others — and that was a problem. She didn't flinch when he barked orders. She didn't cave under pressure. She looked him dead in the eye and challenged everything he stood for. And the worst part? He liked it.
She was smart. Too smart. And if he wasn't careful, she'd unravel more than just the deal they were working on — she'd unravel him.
His phone buzzed on the desk. A message from Julian, his head of security:
"Background report on Adair Bishop is ready."
Dominic hesitated.
He could open the file. Find out what made her tick. Use it to his advantage.
But as his thumb hovered over the screen, a strange reluctance settled over him. He already knew enough.
She was fire — beautiful, bright, and absolutely untouchable. And like a fool, he was stepping closer, drawn by the very thing that could burn him alive.
The next morning, Adair stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the collar of her blouse. Her reflection stared back at her — polished, composed, unshaken. She lied well.
She told herself it was just business. That Dominic Wolfe was just another arrogant CEO with too much money and too little heart.
But when she walked into Wolfe Tower and caught his gaze across the lobby, her pulse betrayed her.
This wasn't just business.
This was the start of something reckless.
Something wild.