a fell

ow waist, his strong grip stopping her fall inst

d. Her face was as pale as a sheet of pap

into his arms, carrying her easily as he

s were painstakingly slow, treating her as if she were mad

ulled the edges of the cashmere coat tightly around

, her voice shaking uncontrollably.

water and walked back, holding it out to her. His deep eyes l

alton said, his voice completely rational

eeped into her freezing fingers, bringing back a t

coffee table. She forced her shaking

voice tight. "But I need to

ctly into her path. His massive frame blocked her comp

ming the main lobby right now," Dalton sa

ain keeping her focused. "I can take t

nal space. The sheer physical dominance radiating

and tapped the screen. H

on the screen. Every single exit, every service do

Her shoulders slumped. She collapsed back onto

into tight fists at his sides. His fingernails dug into his p

his voice

tonight," Dalton said. "I'l

The ruthless Wall Street tyrant the media always talke

y six-foot-three-and then looked at the sleek, mode

s back to her and walked straight to the wet bar. He p

" Dalton ordered, his back s

d her. Exhaustion was pulling her under,

d the master bedroom. She steppe

ic

quiet penthouse. Dalton's heart physically

ut at the glittering Manhattan skyline. His eyes darkened,

ne gulp. The alcohol burned his throat, but it was

ssed it onto the coffee table. He lowered his massive frame o

anished. She was in bed. The tight knot in

his phone s

dwick Kowalski is secu

is next order. He hit send. The players from his past life