The next day, Jenna walked into the office wearing red lipstick.

She didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe submission. Maybe some deep, desperate craving she was finally done hiding from.

Either way, when she stepped into the elevator, her thighs were already pressed together.

And when Cole Voss saw her walk past his office window at 8:59 a.m. sharp, she caught the flash of his smirk.

Controlled.

Calculated.

Carnal.

She tried to focus. Emails. Calls. ...