On the opposite side of the sprawling headquarters, far removed from the poisonous atmosphere of Melissa's office, the air was soft, quiet, and thick with an entirely different kind of intensity.
In the dim, intimate privacy of the executive suite, Jayden stood dangerously close to Sarah. The world outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows—the sprawling skyline, the humming city, the endless noise of traffic—seemed to fade away into absolute nothingness, leaving only the sound of their quiet breathing.
Jayden's dark, penetrating eyes were locked onto hers, searching the depths of her gaze with an intensity that made Sarah's breath catch in her throat. Slowly, deliberately, as if navigating a fragile dream he was terrified of breaking, he tilted his head. His eyes dipped down, fixing upon her lips with a quiet, undeniable hunger.
