One Night With The Ruthless CEO

Chapter 8

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, no number, nothing to indicate it was a place of busines

, she walked up the stone steps

ost immediately. A waiter in a t

ound, and the only light came from antique sconces on the walls. The air was still and smelled of old woo

cruelty. She had endured Walter's shouting. She had sat in the Zenith lobby while Is

r at the end of the long hallway and

ted by a large, mahogany table set for two. I

oured a glass of ice water, and then ret

atch echoed in the

ows. It was a perfectly sealed, soundproof box. She pulle

didn't have a frequency jammer. A normal business dinner didn't lock you in a room with no windows

les easily. She took a sip of water, the cold liquid doing nothing to calm the frantic beating

ump-thump of an old grandfather clock in the corner. S

move, designed to put her on edge, to establish

ade women wait in windowless rooms until their nerves were frayed and their defenses were down. She had read

. Just get through the

the hall-heavy, confident strid

an to turn. A sharp cl

shot to her feet, her eyes glued to

fifties, with a fleshy face, a paunch that strained against his ex

e spread across his face-the kind of smile that sa

is voice smooth as oil.

latch clicked shut with a finality

ble slowly, his eyes never leaving her, like a man s

ches from her. "You're the one who got Isaac Harre

ir, his fingers brushing her cheek in a gestu

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“Since her father's bankruptcy, Caitlin Knight had been drowning in her mother's astronomical sanitarium bills, clinging to a junior design job just to survive. But her manager handed her a sickening ultimatum: secure the massive Zenith Corporation contract by attending a private dinner with their top executive, Donnie Hicks, or be fired by morning. The "dinner" turned out to be a calculated trap. The private dining room was soundproof, and a hidden jammer completely killed her cell service. Hicks didn't even glance at her carefully prepared design proposals. Instead, he forced her to drink, his eyes gleaming with greedy intent as he threatened to blacklist her from the industry if she didn't comply. Then, under the heavy mahogany table, his hot, sweaty hand clamped onto her calf and began sliding deliberately up her thigh. The humiliation was suffocating, a hot bile rising in her throat, but the sheer injustice of it all ignited a volcanic surge of rage in her chest. Why did she have to endure this torment just to keep her mother alive? "You touch me again and I'll call the police." Caitlin violently yanked his hand away, grabbed her briefcase, and fled into the cold Manhattan night, tears streaming down her face. She thought her career was entirely over and she had nowhere left to run. But what Donnie Hicks didn't know was that the elusive billionaire CEO of Zenith Corporation, Isaac Harrell, was the same brooding boy who used to sit behind Caitlin in high school-and he was already coming for her.”