A Crazy Kind Of Love The End by Christabelradiance

The ballroom was a glitter cage. Chandeliers poured light into every corner, violins swooped over the buzz of money voices, and air had that wraithlike sheen of high perfume and greed. Elena Marlowe had never been so out of her depth in her life.

She stood on the periphery of the throng, black silk gown clinging to her form like a mourning shroud, the rim of the champagne flute chilled against her skin. She did not mingle. She did not come in order to be groomed like some man's trophy. She came as an assignee, a reluctant observer in a society that was alien to her. The thought caused a shiver along her spine.

And still, she could sense it-that pins-and-needles sensation of being watched.

Her spine tensed before she'd spun half around. He was the other side of the room, by the bar.

He didn't belong, either-not that the others did. When men swaggered and blustered, this one stayed silent, deadly, his black tuxedo fitted to a body that pulsed with power. He didn't need to intrude; he didn't need to be. He was adamant in a voice that boomed he never once heard the one word: no. His dark, inscrutable eyes fixed on hers as if the rest of the ballroom melted away.

Elena's own throat constricted. Something deep within her growled warning. She ripped her face away, only to feel the weight of his eyes still upon her.

A wrist was ensnared in a hand.

"Miss Marlowe," slurred the drunk smile of one of her editor's friends. His mouth whiskey-tasting, his grip too tight. "You are lovely. May I-"

"No," she snarled, trying to squirm loose.

The man just laughed, holding her closer. "Don't play games. I insist-"

"Let. Her. Go."

The voice cut through the noise like a knife. Smooth and cold and commanding.

Elena froze.

The man in the black suit materialized out of nowhere-huge, ominous, the acrid smell of his aftershave cutting and burning, reminiscent of the smell of heated metal fumes. His presence overwhelmed her, of a kind that warped the air itself.

The investor brushed her aside with a flinch under that intense scrutiny. Without a word, he melted into the crowd and disappeared.

There was a pause between Elena and the stranger. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her skin tingling with a presence that she could not shake.

"Are you all right?" His voice softened now, but no less commanding.

She swallowed. "I could have done it myself."

His brow furrowed. His lips curled, but not in a smile, a sneer of laughter at her expense. "Perhaps. But I dislike men playing with what does not belong to them."

The words hit her like a match to tinder. What in the world don't they have. Their haughtiness made her want to strike him-although the tone, the very commanding tone of it, sent sparks flying up her breast and terrified her.

"Excuse me?" she managed, her voice smaller than she wished.