Needing Nora: Part Six
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five The sleek glass elevator ascended silently toward the top floor of the Bennett Financial Group headquarters, Nora’s heart hammering beneath the thin coat that hid her leather collar. Her eyes flicked to the mirrored wall, catching Arthur’s storm-gray gaze as he stood behind her, one possessive hand resting at the small of her back. The digital display blinked through floors, each illuminated number bringing her closer to what Arthur had called her “final test.” By tomorrow, he’d promised, she would be his permanently. Whatever that meant.