a fell
ow waist, his strong grip stopping her fall inst
d. Her face was as pale as a sheet of pap
into his arms, carrying her easily as he
s were painstakingly slow, treating her as if she were mad
ulled the edges of the cashmere coat tightly around
, her voice shaking uncontrollably.
water and walked back, holding it out to her. His deep eyes l
alton said, his voice completely rational
eeped into her freezing fingers, bringing back a t
coffee table. She forced her shaking
voice tight. "But I need to
ctly into her path. His massive frame blocked her comp
ming the main lobby right now," Dalton sa
ain keeping her focused. "I can take t
nal space. The sheer physical dominance radiating
and tapped the screen. H
on the screen. Every single exit, every service do
Her shoulders slumped. She collapsed back onto
into tight fists at his sides. His fingernails dug into his p
his voice
tonight," Dalton said. "I'l
The ruthless Wall Street tyrant the media always talke
y six-foot-three-and then looked at the sleek, mode
s back to her and walked straight to the wet bar. He p
" Dalton ordered, his back s
d her. Exhaustion was pulling her under,
d the master bedroom. She steppe
ic
quiet penthouse. Dalton's heart physically
ut at the glittering Manhattan skyline. His eyes darkened,
ne gulp. The alcohol burned his throat, but it was
ssed it onto the coffee table. He lowered his massive frame o
anished. She was in bed. The tight knot in
his phone s
dwick Kowalski is secu
is next order. He hit send. The players from his past life
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