Chapter 208 Nia

• 'You think you can dismiss me? Shred my gifts, mouth off in briefings?' His free hand braced the table behind her as she twisted, shoving at his chest with her other palm. Broad pecs flexed under her touch, unmovable. 'I've got more on Zorath than your fairy tales—deals that keep this country safe. And you? You're just Vince's pet project.'
• The shove did nothing; he advanced, her back hitting the table's edge. Papers scattered, a laptop teetering. Nia pushed harder, palm flat against his sternum, feeling his heartbeat thunder. 'Get your hands off me, you arrogant bastard.'
• But he didn't. With a growl, Vardo twisted her wrist just enough to spin her, pinning it behind her back as his body pressed against hers. She gasped, the hard length of him—his dick, semi-erect already—grinding into the cleft of her ass through their clothes. The table dug into her hips, cool wood against her skirt, but heat bloomed between her thighs, traitorous and insistent.