a fortress. But to a man with Lucian Sterling's resources,
ompletely silent, bathed only in the neon glow of the c
hogany door
night manager an obscene amount of money for a master override card, guaranteeing the
he was looking for. He just
into his brain. He needed to know if that man was sleeping in her
ss the thick, plush ca
sharp, like expensive champagne. He checked the coat rack near the entrance. No men's coat
wave of relief washed over his chest
that led to the bedrooms, his foot b
oking down in
oo small to bel
ep confusion. It was a tiny, perfectly tailored beige suit jac
in his large hands. The fabric w
re you hiding
d Zara Vance, the ruthless, single CEO, have
rocess the implications, the electroni
, Whi
a rectangle of bright hallway
ass of wine, I will fire you," Zara's voice floated
I run half your company," J
id fire at the sound of the other man's voice. He grip
ff her crimson heels with a heavy sigh. Sh
l chandelier overh
nd the breath comple
m. He looked like a demon summoned from the dark, his bro
. Her heart slammed against her ribs like a trapped
es went cold, and he slipped a hand inside his suit jacket, a clear sign he was reachin
ian. His dark, obsessive gaze was
his right hand. Dangling from his fi
d. Leo's jacket. The silence in
opping to a low, dangerous whisper that made the hair on Zara's arms stand up. His
ng the distance between them, complet
his voice cracking with an emotion
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