Chapter 39 Cracks In Control

• Adrian sat behind his desk, the sharp lines of his tailored suit as immaculate as ever, but his grip on the pen was tight—too tight. He hadn’t written a word. His mind was tangled in the scent of her perfume that still lingered in the elevator. The way she dismissed him earlier gnawed at his pride, yet stirred something deeper, something unfamiliar.
• Sienna had always been a temptation he mastered with command. But now, with distance in her eyes and defiance in her spine, she was no longer just a submissive under his control. She was becoming the woman who disrupted his structure. And he hated how much he liked it.
• A knock.