Close enough to feel the Taboo Aura washing over her like summer heat. Close enough to catch his scent—something expensive but not cologne, just him, just natural pheromones amplified by supernatural presence.
Close enough to feel the subtle, insidious need to submit crawling up her spine like fingers made of want.
He towered above her despite her heels adding three inches.
When he looked down, she gulped visibly, her mind flooding with crystal-clear images from what she'd witnessed—his hands on Dominique's throat, the arch of the evaluator's back, the sound of screaming orgasms echoing through hidden speakers.
"See that?" He pointed to the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in Meridian's front lot, impossible to miss among the other luxury vehicles—matte black perfection that made every other car look like toys.
