sharp, but it does nothing to cool the su

ck coat tighter around her shoulders. She scans the crowd

heavy hand clamps

ing. She whips her head around and cr

vastatingly dangerous. His dark eyes lock onto hers,

outh hovering just a

" Dell orders, his voi

s hand on her waist. She hates the sudden heat radiating from his

jerks her flush against his body, eliminat

t her ear. "Unless you wa

he forces the corners of her mouth up into a rig

shadows across the street, three r

e flashes. A dark, satisfie

ound her waist and guides her tow

falls open, exposing her bare leg to the free

. He subtly shifts his body, blocking

e, glittering lobby. The

at. The dress dips low in the back, e

his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He quickly ta

are skin of her lower back.

r. The doors slide shut, sealing

with the scent of his cologne. Cedarwood,

her brain like

his time it is violent and vivid. The smell of that exact cologne mixed

ing. She presses her back against the elevator w

Dell asks, his voice sharp

memory back into the dark corners of her mind.

aps, her voice tr

The doors open to th

ns back into a mask of

," Dell says, his voice cold. "S

antal spits back, the v

nto a dark smirk. He

and around his bicep, and walks toward t