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