The meeting dragged on. Gauri sat at the conference table, laptop open, fingers poised over the keyboard, but her mind was elsewhere. Each slide, each report, each client update blurred together.

Her phone vibrated silently against her bag. She stole a glance, cheeks heating instantly. Omkara's name flashed on the screen.

"I can't stop thinking about how you felt pressed against that desk... every shiver, every gasp... it's all stuck in my mind."

Gauri bit her lip, trying to maintain composure as she nodded at a colleague presenting figures. Her pulse throbbed in her temples. Heat pooled low in her belly, creeping up her spine. I shouldn't be reading this now... in a meeting...

Her phone buzzed again.

"Look at you, all professional, pretending to focus, but I know every nerve is aching for me."

Gauri's fingers shook as she typed a quick reply under the table: "...Stop it. Not here."

"Not here? You want it just as much as I do. I can feel it in the way you're fidgeting, in the way your pulse betrays you. I've wanted this for so long..."

Her breathing hitched. She clutched the edge of her laptop, forcing her eyes to stay on the presentation slides, but the warmth pooling low in her belly made it impossible to think clearly. Heat and longing tangled with guilt and frustration, a storm she couldn't push aside.

Another buzz. Another message.

"I keep imagining your back pressed against the desk, your hands gripping the edge... and me, slowly, carefully... making you forget every ounce of restraint."

Gauri's hand trembled. She pressed her palm to her forehead, willing herself to focus. She couldn't let anyone notice. Not here, not now. Her pulse raced, heat crawling up her thighs, a delicious burn she couldn't ignore.

"You're mine, even when you fight it. Even when you try to act professional. I'll wait... but I'll make you ache until you admit it."

She exhaled shakily, fingers tightening around her pen. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't... But the truth was undeniable. Every nerve, every shiver, every pooled heat inside her body screamed the opposite.

Gauri shifted slightly in her seat, the damp heat of arousal pooling as her colleague droned on, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. Her mind flickered to that locked office, his hand along her back, the way he'd teased her, the wolf restrained but alive beneath the surface.

"Just remember," his latest text read, "I'm watching you in my mind, imagining how every inch of you is mine... and when I see you next, I won't be able to hold back."

Her cheeks burned, pulse hammering. She glanced at her phone again, and the temptation to respond was almost unbearable. Her fingers itched to type back, to tease, to confess her need. But she pressed the phone back into her bag, swallowing a shiver, biting her lip.

Heat pooled, tension coiled in every nerve, and she realized with a mixture of guilt and desire: she was completely undone. The meeting continued, but Gauri's mind was entirely elsewhere trapped in the pull of him, the fire he ignited, and the storm she could no longer fight.

By the time the meeting ended, her palms were damp, her breaths shallow, her body humming with tension and want. She gathered her things mechanically, heart hammering, as another text arrived:

"Soon, Gauri. Soon, and it'll be just you and me. No one else, no distractions... just what we've been waiting for."

She exhaled shakily, gripping her bag, pulse racing. Soon... she thought. The promise hung in the air, and she knew one truth: she could try to resist all she wanted, but the heat, the pull, the need—Omkara had already claimed her mind, and now her body.