at looked more like an altar than a workspace. The receptionist, a woman wh

cepting walk-ins. Do y

phone. Armond hadn't answered

leave yo

leave. She saw the private elevator lights ding. The doors slid op

and. The man who had handed

across the l

up. His eyes widened slightly behind his rimles

aid, his voice neutral.

nutes," Kate pl

mood. And you know th

e whispered, leaning in. "Tell him I

ing the desperation in her eyes. He tapped his earpiece. "Sir? S

have five minutes. Don

When the doors opened to the penthouse offic

enough to land a plane on. He didn't l

rvices, talk to legal," Armond said. His voice w

lowed her pride. It tasted like

ion. Lucas Sterling is destroying my gal

l, cold and impenetrable. "Why should I care about the fa

need a fiancée. The Board is jittery about the rumors of your instab

wed. "You've been l

mors on a deep-web forum. "You need a respectable, harmless imag

of a predator. He stopped inches from her. Kate forced

hin, tilting her face up. "You want to be

, and deal with Evette Duncan trying to stab me in the

, a touch that was possessive, not affectionate. "But how do I know you won

leave, you can put me in jail for cor

-ceiling window. "Lucas Sterling..." he said the name

rd. He slid it across the polished wood of the confere

k to her. "Wait for me there tonight. If you can prove yo

ard. It was a propositio

Leo's

he card. It fel

ut without l

Board. He owned the Board. But Kate Silva had run from him once, le

ir? Sterling is calling

keep an eye on him. I want to