Sable had been razor-sharp the entire time, firing questions, negotiating terms like a shark who smelled blood in the water. Professional.Impeccable.
And the whole time I'd been the perfect gentleman.
Hands folded on the conference table. Eye contact polite. Voice calm, measured, charming. Just a slow pulse of my Taboo abilities and Lust Presence. Only that, on a low scale.
She'd relaxed, inch by inch, thinking she'd won the round, while she bathed in my abilities and auras. Thinking the lobby stunt had been the peak of the tension, and now we were just two powerful people doing powerful-people things.
Wrong.
The moment the last document was signed and the assistants cleared the room, I stood, buttoned my jacket, and walked—not to the door—but around the table.
Slow. Deliberate.
Sable looked up from her tablet, that cool, victorious smile still playing on her lips.
"Something else?" she asked, arching a brow.
I didn't answer with words.
