The silence that followed Helena's command was absolute.
Vivienne froze. She was still perched on Alex's thigh, her body pressed intimately against the hard ridge of his erection, her hands still clutching his shirt. Moments ago, she had been grinding down, begging for release.
Now, she was paralyzed.
The indignation clawed at her throat. She wanted to scream. She wanted to flip the table, point a finger at Helena, and roar, I am the CEO of Vanderbilt Industries, and you are fired.
But she couldn't.
If she refused, the game ended. If she broke character, she lost. And worse... she would prove that she couldn't handle the very scenario she had orchestrated.
'You clever bitch,' Vivienne thought, her eyes narrowing at her cousin. 'You know I can't say no. You know the staff is gone. You've trapped me.'
She swallowed the scream. She swallowed the pride.
