Katarina's POV
My nerves started to kick in somewhere around the sixth or seventh step. My stomach churned as I scolded myself for letting anxiety get the best of me. I was about to walk into Dominic's office and test his willpower, and I couldn’t afford to falter now.
"No turning back now," Rose teased, sensing my unease.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. The last thing I needed was to show up at his door as a sweaty, nervous wreck.
Dominic's office door was unmistakable. It was the only double door in the house, adorned with a golden plaque etched with his name. I knocked hesitantly and nearly bolted when I heard his voice.
"Come in," he called, his husky tone sending a shiver down my spine.
As I opened the door, my face flushed when I realized he wasn’t alone.
Dom
