Chapter 33

Caroline's POV As we worked side by side, I seized every opportunity to torment Draven with subtle touches. Each time I passed him papers, my fingers would linger against his skin just a second too long. I crossed my legs deliberately, letting my skirt ride up my thighs, exposing more skin than necessary. I would bend down to pick up documents, giving him a teasing glimpse of cleavage, the sheer lace of my bra visible through my silk blouse. Every move was a calculated provocation, designed to drive him wild. Every time I "accidentally" brushed against him, his violet eyes would burn into mine with savage intensity. They held a primal warning, like an Alpha wolf about to lose control. I was playing with fire, and we both knew it. When I stood to grab a document from across the table, I made sure my breasts grazed his muscular arm. The contact sent a jolt of electricity between us. "Caroline," he warned, his voice rough with barely contained desire. I didn't return to my seat. Instead,