Dave Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

Dave stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows of his private fitting suite while Amelia remained frozen beside the table covered with black lace samples and unfinished luxury designs. The city lights reflected against the glass behind him, making the room feel even colder. Amelia tightened her grip on the contract file. “You’re treating me like an object.” Dave slowly turned toward her, his expression unreadable. “No. I’m treating you like an employee who signed an agreement.” She hated how calm he sounded. For the past two weeks, Amelia had been forced to follow Dave everywhere during campaign preparations — private fittings, late-night design meetings, fabric selections, and exclusive previews for the new lingerie collection. Every moment around him felt dangerous. The tension between them kept growing, and Dave seemed to enjoy watching her struggle under his control. Tonight was worse. A black lace set from the final collection rested on the mannequin beside her. The campaign launch was only days away, but the fitting model had suddenly cancelled. Dave walked closer, loosening the cuffs of his shirt while keeping his eyes on Amelia. “The design needs to be tested tonight.” Amelia immediately shook her head. “Find another model.” “There isn’t time.” “There are hundreds of employees in this building.” “But none I trust.” The words caught her off guard. Dave stepped closer until only a small distance remained between them. His voice dropped lower, calmer, more dangerous. “You signed the contract, Amelia.” Her heartbeat became uneven. Then Dave glanced toward the lace set lying on the chair before meeting her eyes again. “Strip,” he said quietly. “And try it on.”