The next morning, I dragged myself into the office, still haunted by the echo of Roman’s voice in my ear the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him smirking, heard him laughing softly, as if my body was already his plaything no matter where I was.

I had barely settled at my desk when Chase’s secretary came in with a stiff smile.

“Mr. Walker would like to see you in his office,” he said and I was sire that I detected disdain in his voice.

Of course he would. It was a give ...