Two master suites at opposite ends of a sprawling floor

The McCarthy deal was stalled, Kenia w

but instead of going to his own r

awake. The reek of whiskey fi

over. "Time to do... my duty," he slurred,

ged fo

helming. He pinned her wrists, his weight crushing her. The silk of her nightgown rippe

with the sheets,

her body go limp for a s

thinking she

er knee up, hard and fast, with every ounce of stre

shriek of pure agony. He convulsed and rolled off the bed

of her nightgown around her. Her heart was a ja

ood ov

ce dangerously quiet. "Have you fo

nly groan

assault by either party, the aggrieved party reserves the right to unilaterally termin

e wasn't recording, but he

oothly. "Imagine what happens to the Simmons Group stock pric

ock, flew open. The alcohol was

ldn't,"

my room. Or the next person to hear

final blow. He knew she would

r, clutching his groin, and sta

body finally starting to tremble with delayed sh

r ag

surveillance in this dense urban canyon; a fixed, long-range observation post was far more discreet. He had seen it all. He could

m, immediately follow

had dared

ed up h

his assistant. "Tell him I've had a change of heart. The meeting is t