Page 21 of Clashing with the Ice Queen

The curve of Nadine’s breasts and the way they bounced every time she moved was very distracting.

Instead, Nadine stood her ground, staring defiantly at Cassandra. “I’m ready to take on this challenge. You don’t know my team like I do. We’re driven, and we want this as much as you do.”

Cassandra could see the passion in Nadine’s eyes, and for a moment, she felt a twinge of admiration. That passion almost drew her in, and Cassandra hated how much she liked that aboutNadine. But logic won out. “But you’re not even close to having the resources I need. This isn’t just passion; it requires serious work and investment. This isn’t just about wanting it.”

Cassandra’s thoughts swirled as she weighed the pros and cons. If she worked with Nadine, she would be taking a huge risk. There was something appealing about collaborating with someone who had a fire in her heart, but the potential failure loomed large in her mind. Could she really risk her reputation on someone who might not be ready for this level of work?

“Please.” Nadine’s voice softened, her green eyes shining with vulnerability. “I can be what you need. Just give me a chance. I won’t let you down.”

There was something in Nadine’s plea that struck a chord deep within Cassandra.

She looked just for a second, the same way she had looked when she was on her knees.

It made her reconsider everything. But as much as she felt drawn to Nadine’s determination, she also knew that this was about more than just desire. They were in a competitive industry, and it wouldn’t be fair to either of them to partner up when the alignment wasn’t right.

Cassandra fought back the frustration and attraction, wanting so desperately to make this work. She took a step back. She felt the walls closing in, the pressure to remain dominant in a cutthroat industry weighing on her. But there was something appealing about the drama…not just the idea of collaboration, but about recognizing Nadine as a worthy opponent rather than just a petty rival or a sex object.

“In this industry, collaboration isn’t about weakness,” Cassandra added, her tone dry. “It’s about strength.”

“You think you can just steamroll over me, don’t you?” Nadine spat, her green eyes flashing with indignation. “WynterFashion isn’t the only brand that deserves a voice in this partnership.”

Cassandra leaned forward, her tone dripping with condescension. “This isn’t personal, Nadine. This is business. You’re playing checkers while I’m playing chess.”

Amidst their heated exchange, something shifted. Cassandra, fueled by an unexpected wave of desire, sensed a different kind of challenge—the chemistry heating up between them.

Cassandra leaned against the wall, her thoughts swirling with possibilities, anxieties, and grudges. Maybe this collaboration was not the prison she’d envisioned, but a pivotal step into new territory.

“Fine,” she said slowly, the fight in her slipping away. “Let’s put our differences behind us and talk about how this can work. But it’s on my terms.”

Nadine smiled, a flicker of respect in her eyes. “That’s all I wanted. Let’s see what we can create.”

In a swift movement, Cassandra stood, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she approached the door. She glanced back at Nadine, a glint of mischief in her blue eyes. With a decisive turn of the lock, she sealed them in. A gasp escaped Nadine’s lips as uncertainty flickered across her face.

“What are you doing?” Nadine asked, though her voice lacked the force it had moments before.

Cassandra closed the distance between them, her heart racing in a way that had become familiar. She placed her hands on the table, trapping Nadine’s gaze with an intense stare. The heat in the room was palpable, the weight of tension morphing into something completely different.

Without warning, she pushed Nadine back onto the table, her breath quickening as she leaned closer. The initial surprise melted away, and Nadine’s eyes darkened with a mix of angerand something that resembled desire. It was a reckless gambit, one that held the weight of their rivalry and the thrill of the unknown.

“Is this what you want, Nadine? It is what I want, but I won’t do anything without your consent.”

Nadine nodded, biting her lip.

“I need to hear the words, Nadine. What is it you want?”

“I want you to fuck me… please,” Nadine’s voice was throaty and filled with lust.

“Here? On this boardroom table? Where anyone might hear you scream?”

“Please…” Nadine gasped.

Cassandra pushed her skirt up, exposing black lace panties.

She ran her fingers over the crotch. Soaking wet. Of course.

She pulled the panties to the side exposing her pussy swollen and leaking with desire.

“Oh, sweetheart. You are so fucking wet yet again. You want it so much, don’t you?”

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