Chapter 3:

After Hours Surrender

My hands were still shaking when I stepped into Mason’s office the next evening. The floor was completely empty this time no lingering colleagues, no cleaning crew. Just the two of us and the low city lights glowing through the massive windows. I’d followed his instructions: a fitted navy dress with a zipper down the back, easy access, and nothing underneath but a tiny black lace thong.

The second I locked the door, Mason was on me.

“Lock it properly,” he growled, already stalking toward me. “Come here, Olivia.”

I barely took two steps before he pulled me against him, kissing me like he was...