Caleb went entirely still, the cold air hitting the sweat on his neck.
"You recorded that."
"She put her mouth on you," the woman whispered, completely ignoring his realization. "In a filthy room. On a cheap carpet. While you were bleeding."
She stood up, pulling the corset zipper tight as she walked around the table. Her focus remained entirely on his face.
"Let go of my hips, Caleb," she said. "Or I end her career tonight."
Caleb processed the leverage. Controlling the military network and dropping Executive-tier capsules into a combat zone meant destroying a First Division prodigy would require exactly one anonymous data dump to the corporate sponsor boards. He felt the dull ache in his fractured collarbone. He lacked the energy to fight a billionaire inside a secure commercial spire.
Loosening his fingers, he let his hands fall to his sides.
She smiled, the pixels around her eyes flickering once before dropping to her knees between his spread thighs.
