ns, casting deep shadows a

assive crystal chandelier poured warm, g

round the room, placing plates of perfectl

. He picked up his crystal glass

raising the glass. "Our ve

elegant silk slip dress, forced a bright,

softly, taking a sip. The win

irectly acro

ergy. He picked up his silver knife and fork. The metal scrape

his eye, he caught the rigid tension in her ja

e. He set the glass down onto t

red his

ci-fi blockbuster," Saul announced casually, as if ta

knife sto

ned slightly. A project like that was a guaranteed Oscar

rearms on the table. He looked back

ropping into a tone of absolute authority, "

essure in the room seemed to drop. Even the

heir silverware. The heavy silver

hey said in perfect

echoed off th

to Saul, her eye

"My schedule is completely locked for the next two year

ive arms over his chest. His posture

aid coldly. He shifted his dark gaze to Catalina, his lips curling into a taunt

eyes locked across the table. The air betw

ed her leg. She aimed carefully and kicked Broga

. His face remained a ma

is long, muscular leg mo

t back, Brogan's calves clamped do

had her completely pinned. The heat of his skin burned against her

tched the subtle jerking of their shoulder

missively at the staf

d mildly, diffusing the bomb he

ed, Catalina muttered an excuse about jet lag and practically spri

k, and walked up the grand st

heavy oak door shut. He twisted th

threw it onto the king-sized bed. His c

t. Click. Click. Click. He stared at the light spilling from Catalina's window. His jaw was as tight as coiled steel. The thought of her sitting in that room, readi

te back harder. She was a fer

l burned a hot trail down his throat, but it did nothing to extinguish the fire in his veins. He tossed the empty glass onto the desk. He stared