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Her smirk deepened. “I’m not your personal PR bitch. And for the record? You’ve been awfully quiet lately. I’m bored.”
“You leak something real, something dangerous and boredom will be the last thing you feel.”
She laughed, low and throaty. “That sounds like a threat, Logan.”
“It is.”
She rose to her feet, slow, heels clicking as she closed the space between us until her perfume wrapped around me like smoke. Now we were chest to chest, eye to eye, the city burning gold behind her.
“You gonna hurt me, Creams?” she whispered. “Or just try and scare me again?”
My jaw locked. My fingers twitched like they couldn’t decide whether to wrap around her throat or her waist.
“You think you’re untouchable. But even sharks get gutted, Pen.”
“And even wolves,” she purred, brushing invisible lint off my chest, “can be caged by a prettier monster.”
Silence stretched, electric.
“I’m doing my job,” she said sharply. “Unlike you hiding behind your golden boy brother while playing executioner in the dark.”
Her words hit like a blade slipping between ribs.
Because she wasn’twrong.
And she knew it.
I stepped back, fists curling. “You’re gonna back off. Or I’ll make sure you do.” Penny tilted her head, lashes fluttering mock sweet. “You always say that. But you never stay gone.”
She turned, walking toward the elevator like she owned the building.
I should’ve left. Should’ve let her go.
But I didn’t.
Because she was right.
And I hated her for it.
And I wanted her anyway.
Chapter 8
Bait the Boss
Lucas looked up from his desk, pen pausing mid stroke.
Maddison stood in the doorway. Red. Cherry red. A bodycon dress that clung to her like it had been designed for no one else. The neckline dipped far too low. The hemline barely qualified as fabric. She held his coffee in one hand, her mouth curved in a smirk that screamed trouble.
“You’re… early,” he managed, voice flat.
She crossed the room with the confidence of someone who owned it. “I like to be on top of things,” she said sweetly. Her eyes glittered. “Especially if they’re worth it.”
Lucas’s throat went dry. He blinked too slowly. “…The quarterly reports are ”
“Oh, I know.” She leaned over his desk, close enough that her perfume wrapped around him, dizzying. The dress tugged higher as she placed his coffee down carefully. “I read them lastnight. Right after I scrolled through my favourite Instagram account.”
His jaw locked. Her fingers lingered on the cup, tracing the rim as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
