Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President

[CharmingandseductiveladyoffortunexRakish,cunningheirtotheconglomerate,purelove,1v1,sweetromance.]FirstMeeting—Hewasroughandwild,andafterapassionatenight,ClaireShawwasleftlongingformore.Shestretchedouthersnow-whitefoottohookaroundhiswaist,softlysettingthreerules:First,noovernightstay.Second,ifhefindsapartner,she'llleave.Third,theirrelationshipisstrictlylimitedtothis.Nomoney,noconstraints,onlythepurestprimitivedesiresbetweenmenandwomenduringthesilentnight,entangledlikeastarryspiderweb.Onceitwasover,sheliftedherskirtandturnedawayheartlessly.SecondMeeting—Hewastheconglomerateheir,dressedinasuit,nobleandcomposed,extendinghishandtoher,“Hello,Ms.Shaw.”ClaireShawsecretlygrittedherteeth,desperatelytryingtohalttheirrelationship,butwascorneredbythemaninthechangingroom,unabletoescape.Inthatnarrowspace,hewasarelentlesshunter,andshewasthetemptingprey,withtensionrisingeverywhere.Outside,femalecolleaguesgossipedabouthisabs.Separatedbyawall,EthanBlackwoodheldherslenderwaist,grabbingherhandtoplaceitonhisownabs,hisvoicesuggestiveandsexy,“Tryingtoescape?Toolate.”