Possessive Demands

Cora's POV

I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Magnus's last email glared back at me, demanding the restaurant name and address. The audacity of him thinking he could just order me around like that outside of work hours made me so mad.

But underneath the anger, a thrill raced down my spine.

My billionaire CEO, instead of working or closing million-dollar deals, or being out