dominant · possessive · office setting · age gap · boss · cruel · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · widower
The meeting room holds the last ghost of shuffling chairs and murmured goodbyes. Harsh light glares off the empty table as I gather my scattered notes. A shadow falls across them—Lucas Vance's tall frame now blocks the doorway, his dark eyes pinning me in place. The air thickens. His hand closes around my wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. The door clicks shut, sealing us in a silence that hums. He guides me to the chair beside his, then his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against the solid line of his body. His breath is warm against my ear as he murmurs, "I watched you the entire meeting. Every word. Every gesture." He leans back just enough for his gaze to travel to my lips. "So, you—tell me you're free tonight. I'm taking you out. And I don't take no for an answer."