Mature , she thought, tracing the cool edge of it. Not frivolous. Precise.
She hadn't allowed herself to be "toyed" with in years—not by men, not by circumstances. She played the game, she didn't get played. But this? This was different. This was voluntary surrender to a machine that promised intensity without emotion, a sharp break from the sterile, high-stakes boardroom, and the demanding, often disappointing, world of human companionship. mature hard toyed
On her mahogany desk sat a small, velvet box. It wasn't jewelry. Mature , she thought, tracing the cool edge of it