the revolving glass

her face. The rain felt like

la over her head, shielding her from the storm. He didn't smile. He

gesture, but it was

n. She bent her head and

ish. The second Sam slammed the door shut, the sound of the storm v

rom the curb smoothly. It

urred together in the rain. She twisted the belt of her trench coat

ded underground garage of an ultra-l

st the polished concrete

tor tucked away in the corner. Sam stepped aside. Ansle

open. She stepp

speed. Ansley's stomach dropped to her s

i

pened directly into a massive, c

aiting by the entrance. She reached

. Gable said softly. Her eyes he

years ago. Not a single throw pillow had been moved. The angle of the coffe

ceiling windows, the sharp clink of ice

slowly dragged toward the sing

olcomb

ss shoes made absolutely no sound against the t

chandelier. His face was flawless. It was a face ca

kward. Her shoulder blades

d, down her neck, across her chest, and all the way to the tips of her

lass down on

istance between them

s shut. She braced her

to a chest that smelled of

body. The force of his grip was terrifying. He squeezed her so hard her

eathing was perfectly steady, but the musc

voice was smooth, cultured, and terrify

ap them around his back. She just stood there,

k cloud passed over his eyes, but it vanished instantly,

t strand of hair away from her cheek. The touch w

" Emery said softly, his thumb tracing her jawline. "For a bankrupt company o

wer lip. She forced herse

e said, her voice shaking slig

's face froze. His eyes t

r lip, right over the spot she had just bi

his voice dropping to a deadly whisp

e tension. Mrs. Gable pushed it into

ngerous aura vanished. He step

his tone suddenly light and casual. "Mot