The Price of His Contract

ning, after an IV drip and a targeted dose of pain medication, Eleanor was back on her feet. She locked t

astian had ordered. As she walked back through the gleaming, marble-lin

eyes wide with furious, bloodshot jealousy. She had obviously ca

voice was a shrill blade, slicing t

ds at the turnstiles paused, radio st

did you use to get him to stay?" Amber

e around her. "Excuse me, Ms. Vanderbil

ed off the three-story glass ceiling. "Is sleeping y

nce. They slowed their pace, pretending to check their phones while h

aw remained locked. "If you have complaint

oline on Amber's volatile pride. Amber's

arm snapping back, swinging in a wide, vicious

noon board meeting, when Amber's shriek echoed across the marble floor. Before h

he chandelier light, his fingers locking around Amber's wr

nt, rhythmic hum of the building's H

utting off. "Sebastian.

tirely on Eleanor-on the pale skin of her jaw and th

er stumbled backward with a sharp yelp, crashing hard into a massive ceramic urn. The heavy vase tipped and shattere

collective breath.

mor warm from his body heat-and draped it heavy over Eleanor's rig

cket and pulled out a pristine, white silk-blend handkerchief. The

nter had caught near her jawline. His thumb pressed the soft cloth against her skin, wiping away the dark smudge in o

catingly possessive. An act of public

her ribs. All she could smell was him. All she c

rchief drop onto the dirty soil bes

mbling heap on the floor. His voice was quiet, b

is

rds settle in

dropping to a whisper of pur

erialized at his shoulder like a silent ghost. "Freeze all j

Vanderbilt," Dero

ed to chalk-white. A choked, p

d Eleanor's upper arm, his grip firm and inescapable, guidi

sealing them off from the shocked,