Alan lay perfectly still on the bed, the pristine white sheets neatly tucked beneath him. His eyes were closed, not because he was tired, but because it was the only way he could keep his composure. The man who was once the unshakable center of every boardroom , the great CEO of Blake Enterprise, whose mere presence could command silence and obedience , was now in the humbling position of being examined. And not just by anyone, but by the one woman who seemed utterly unaffected by his wealth, his influence, or the sharp edge of his personality.
Amelia moved with the deliberate precision of someone who had done this a thousand times before. Her hands were warm yet professional as they slid along the length of his legs, feeling for muscle tone, pressing into tendons, and tracing the faint outlines of nerves beneath the skin. Every touch was measured, purposeful, without a hint of hesitation.
