eaking the suffocating tension. Gene grabbed the lunchbox, stepped

s private elevator that went straight to the chairman's su

lid shut. The rapid ascent made Gene's stomach drop. Her

pened on the 68th floor. This was A

The plush, carpeted hallway was ent

et, making no sound. She headed straight for the heavy mahogan

et away, she stoppe

ully closed. It was cra

ad in her tracks, holding her breath to listen. Only then could she barely make out the muffled, w

voice, breathy

e're doing this on the leather sof

out that boring bitch. Even if she knew, she wouldn't

Gene like a

e, the absolute betrayal-crashed down on

hin to breathe. Her hands started to shake uncontrolla

or. It was going to make a

the carpet, a large hand swooped d

ed and sp

his chest almost brushed her back. He set the lunchbox d

ok of pure, murderous rage flashed across his face

His lips were in

whispered. His breath

he door. Her body was locked in a state of frozen panic. She co

forward. He didn't o

warm hand and placed it flat a

It was a solid, grounding pressure. It was an an

ed, his voice a dark, hypnotic command.

e trembling in her hands stopped. The panic in her ches

he muscles in her back f

er fingers around the cold bra

step back, melting into the shadows

ved the

open and slammed against th

wo bodies tangled on the

pulling his unbuttoned dress shirt ove

s throat. His eyes b

amed by the hallway light. Sh

cover her bare chest. Her carefully crafte

ked at the disgusting mess on the sofa, and a