Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 150 Sydney's mind went blank. They were both adults. Even without firsthand experience, she instantly understood what she had touched. Now she was trapped on Julian's lap, unable to move. Even through the fabric between them, it felt far too intimate-almost like skin against skin. She looked up at him, panic brimming in her eyes, and tears threatened to spill. "Julian, I didn't mean to..." Julian's large hand pressed against the back of her head, his thumb brushing over her lips. His deep, husky voice came low and steady. "What did you just call me?" Sydney froze, afraid to move.

She quickly corrected herself. "Mr. Sterling." His sharp, commanding gaze lingered. It was the look of someone born to be obeyed. "Wrong answer." Heat swept through her, her whole body burning as she fought the urge to escape. At last, she gave in. "What do you want me to call you?" "What did you used to call me?" Julian's deliberate tone coaxed her now. 'Jules...' Of course she remembered. But the word felt impossibly hard to say. "L-Let me down first," Sydney pleaded, shifting against his grip. His arm stayed locked around her waist. Julian's dominance was absolute.

half conceding-sounded exactly like it once had. Julian's hold loosened. Sydney scrambled back into her seat, rolling down the window as if cold air could sweep away the suffocating tension and the frantic pounding

allow it. He had won again. Julian's gaze darkened as he watched Sydney cling to the window, too shaken to look at him. His palm still held the phantom softness of her waist. That night, Julian dreamed of gripping her there, pulling her flushed face against him. He jolted awake, breathing hard. 1/2 Frustrated, he pressed his fingers to his brow, then stalked into

and picked up the suit jacket Sydney had worn earlier. Her scent lingered, a faint trace of jasmine. His gaze darkened further, desire threading through him as his long fingers crushed wrinkles into the fabric. Across