That was the most statistically inaccurate statement the Supreme Commander of Earth had ever computed.
When Nikki finally stumbled out of the private glass elevator and onto the main administrative floor of the Sector 2 headquarters, she felt like she had survived a localized atmospheric reentry.
Her black pantsuit was flawlessly pressed, but underneath the expensive silk, her entire body was trying to be strong.
A machine's definition of a "quickie" was terrifying. Adonis had completely dismantled her, utilizing his lethal, kinetic efficiency to thoroughly override her nervous system before meticulously bathing her, dressing her, and depositing her into the autonomous SUV with a smug, glowing golden stare.
Nikki leaned heavily against the edge of Julian's reception desk, her dark eyes slightly glazed.
