Afterward, lying in the dark under the artificial stars, Julian traced a line from her collarbone to her navel. “You’ll move into the guest suite tomorrow. Tell HR you’re subletting. I’ll handle the rest.”
“I didn’t come here to be fine,” she said.
Julian smiled—a thin, wolfish curve. “Let’s not ruin the mystery with a manual. Let’s just say I expect total loyalty. And total discretion. The key opens the elevator. The elevator opens my world. After that… you decide what you’re willing to do to own it.”
Maya turned her head to look at him. “What do I call this? When we’re at work?”
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