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He growls softly, clearly embarrassed. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Maybe,” I admit, taking another bite of my ice cream. “But I’ll let you off the hook. For now.”

He reaches across the table, his clawed hand enveloping mine. He brings my fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “You’re impossible.”

I laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Next time you say something about how I smell, I’m going to ask for a baby instead of ice cream.”

His jaw drops, his crimson eyes widening in shock. “B-baby?”

I just smile, taking another bite of my ice cream as he stares at me, utterly speechless.

CHAPTER 18

RAEKON

Ilean back in my chair, the leather creaking under my weight, and let my gaze travel over her. The latex clings to her like a second skin, the translucent material leaving little to the imagination. Her nipples are already hard, pressing against the fabric, and the curve of her hips is accentuated by the tight skirt. She’s testing me, and she knows it.

“Apropos, you say?” I arch a brow ridge, my voice low and deliberate. “And what, pray tell, are these duties you’re so eager to perform?”

She steps closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and places a hand on the edge of my desk. Her fingers tap lightly, a rhythm that feels like a challenge. “Well, Mr. Keong, I thought I’d start by helping you with these spreadsheets. You seem to be struggling.”

I glance at the mess of numbers on the screen, then back at her. “Struggling is a strong word. I’m merely… recalibrating.”

“Recalibrating,” she repeats, her lips curving into a smirk. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

I narrow my eyes, but there’s no real heat in it. She’s too clever for her own good, and it’s one of the things I admire most about her. Still, she’s pushing her luck.

“Ms. Christian,” I say, my tone sharp enough to make her straighten slightly, “you seem to have forgotten your place.”

“Have I?” She tilts her head, her red hair catching the light. “Or have you forgotten that I’m not just your assistant anymore? I’m your wife. Your partner. Your equal.”

I stand, my height dwarfing her, and she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she looks up at me with those green eyes, daring me to make the next move. I reach out and trail a clawed finger along the edge of her latex blazer, feeling the smooth material and the warmth of her skin beneath it.

“Equal, perhaps,” I murmur, leaning down so my breath brushes her ear. “But never in charge.”

She shivers, but her smirk doesn’t falter. “We’ll see about that.”

I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Little Flower.”

“And you’re enjoying it,” she counters, her voice steady despite the way her pulse quickens under my touch.

I can’t deny it. She’s always been able to see through me, to push my buttons in ways no one else can. It’s infuriating. It’s exhilarating.

“Very well,” I say, releasing her and stepping back. “If you’re so eager to assist, let’s see how well you handle these spreadsheets. But remember, Ms. Christian, if you make a single error, there will be consequences.”

She grins, clearly undeterred, and slides into the chair beside me. “Bring it on, Mr. Keong.”

I watch her for a moment, the way her fingers fly over the keyboard, the way her brow furrows in concentration. She’s a force to be reckoned with, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But she’s also mine, and I’ll be damned if I let her forget it.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” my voice comes out as a growling command. “This isn’t over.”

She glances up at me, her smirk returning. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

This assignment is clearly too simple for her talents. A smirk crosses my face as I decide to make things more... interesting.

"You're finding this too easy," I say, not a question but a statement of fact.

I step behind her chair and slowly open her latex blazer, exposing her flesh to the cool air of my office. My scaled hands cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with deliberate pressure. She moans softly, the sound triggering a primal response deep within me. I increase the pressure, letting my claws graze her skin—not enough to break it, but enough to remind her of their sharpness, of what I am.

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