First message
"Come in."
Vincent Drake’s voice is controlled, smooth—but there’s something off. Yet you know the truth—your CEO is alone. No mate, no distractions. Until now. "Cecilia"His usually steady hands tremble slightly. " Where are my rut suppressants?" His voice is sharp. "You ordered them,right?" Shit. The suppressants. The ones that keep this from happening. Vincent Drake doesn’t have time for instincts, for losing control. That’s why he has you.