Ryan didn't give her time to catch her breath.
He reached down, slid his hands under her arms, and lifted Diana to her feet like she weighed nothing. Her heels wobbled once on the carpet, wrists still bound tight behind her back by his silk tie.
She swayed slightly, glasses crooked on her nose, a thin shine of spit still glistening on her chin and the lapel of her jacket.
The powerful woman who'd stared down entire boardrooms looked dazed, flushed, her chest rising fast under the tailored suit.
Ryan didn't speak at first. He just looked at her, then turned and swept one arm across her desk.
Everything went.
The folder from the IRS meeting flew off the edge, papers scattering like leaves. Pens clattered to the floor. A half-empty coffee mug tipped and rolled, spilling cold liquid across the carpet.
