Dangerous Vows:Good Morning, My Lady

he velvet bench at the foot of their king-sized bed and sat down, rubbing his temples as

e wood to steady herself, then slowly straightened her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the collar of her

replaced by the cold, calculating expr

of his suit jacket and pulled o

It was matte black, heavy, and iconic

It landed on the white si

motion, "has no credit limit. It's more than en

rice is simple. You stay here. You behave. An

e. He was trying to buy her silence, her compliance. He was paying her off so his mistress cou

burned like ac

card. She looked at it for a long moment, a bitter smile touching her lips. H

layed on Avon's lips. He

n't put it

deliberate, measured steps

watched her go, a flicker

ble floor of the bathroom and walked

on, she dropped the unlimit

ressed the

ater was unnaturally l

oom in three long strides, stopping just in time to se

bowl, his jaw clenching so har

d defiant. "I want a divorce. Not that you'd e

of the vanity. He slammed his hands down on the counter on

a low, chilling whisper

rly brushing her ear. "You think you can survive out there? Without

just to make sure you remember that, your invitat

find the man who held the key to her father's case. Without that invitation, everything she had be

e whispered, he

turning his back o

hen slam shut again, the sound ech

slid down the vanity, crumpl

nt. But she wouldn't let this be the end. She couldn't. She still

nvitation to that gala, and there was only one person she knew who might b

ia

y, someone picked up. Over the line, she could hear the deafening throb