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𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑… 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆. I reach for the handle. Then I hear it. A low groan. My name. “𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.” My hand freezes. The sound is rough. Strained. Nothing like the calm, cold voice he uses during meetings. Another breath. Another groan. “𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚…” My heart stutters. What the h*ll is he doing? Curiosity wins. I push the door open. The office is dim except for a lamp glowing on the desk. Shadows stretch across the room. And Sasha Orlov stands behind his desk. Jacket gone. Tie loose. Top buttons of his shirt open. One hand gripping the desk. The other wrapped around himself. My breath catches. He’s stroking himself slowly, head tipped back, eyes closed like he’s completely lost in whatever fantasy he’s trapped in. His forearm flexes with every movement. Then he groans again. “𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.” Heat slams through my body. He’s saying my name. I should leave. I should turn around right now. But I can’t move. Then his eyes open. Dark. Sharp. They lock onto mine instantly. For a long moment neither of us moves. Then his mouth curves slowly. Dangerously. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.” My throat goes dry. “𝐈… 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞… 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲.” He stops a few feet away, close enough that I can see the tension still coiled in his body. Close enough that the air between us feels heavy. Dangerous. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚?” My brain finally catches up with the original plan. Quitting. Right. That was the plan. “𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭.” The words leave my mouth steadier than I feel. He studies me for a moment. Then that slow smile spreads again. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮?” I swallow. “𝐘𝐞𝐬.” His gaze drifts down my body slowly before returning to my eyes. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?” My heart pounds harder. Because I can’t stop staring at him. Because the man who terrifies every executive in Chicago just said my name like a prayer five seconds ago. Because the tension between us has been building for three years and it’s about to snap. I force myself to breathe. “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠… 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.” His eyes darken. “𝐍𝐨?” He steps closer. Now there’s barely any space between us. I can feel the heat coming off his body. Smell the faint trace of whiskey and expensive cologne. My pulse is racing so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest. His voice drops to a rough murmur. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.” My feet don’t move. His eyes flick down to my lips. Then back up. That wicked smile returns. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.” Before I can react, his hand reaches out. His fingers slide under my chin, tilting my face up toward his. The touch sends a shock straight through me. His voice drops even lower. “𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.” I should. God, I should. But the words won’t come. My fingers curl into the front of his shirt instead. His eyes flash with something dark. Hungry. “𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.” His lips finally lower toward mine— And everything changes. ❤️ Read The Christmas Contract, FREE on Kindle Unlimited → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GP5X1ZKJ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Completely addictive in the best way.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “A gripping romance story filled with mystery, intrigue, drama, and a secret twist.” ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “A brilliant story with romance and action that kept me on the edge of my seat.” Tropes: Curvy FMC / Body Worship · Silver Fox Bratva Pakhan · Boss × Employee · Age Gap (20+ Years) · Morally Gray Alpha · “Touch Her and Die” · Surprise Pregnancy · Forced Proximity · Marriage of Protection · Secret Past K.C. Crowne is an International Bestselling Author and Amazon top 6 Bestseller.