ing open, releasing a cloud of expensiv

n, her hand gri

s Chief Technology Officer, holding a glass of amber liquid. The other ma

ell. You finally let the w

He leads Chantal to the

ers touch, a bizarre, unexplainable wave of familiarity washes over her. His ey

necessary. His sharp eyes scan her face, a look

ys, releasing her hand. He smiles warmly

welry," Chantal says, expecting the po

ling with the global supply chain disruptions in the

night vanishes. She sits forward and begins to expl

lligence and passion. She i

iration. "That is brilliant. I have several contacts in Washington w

reaks across her face. "Thank you, Sena

temperature drop

Chantal's face. A smile she ha

hes through his chest. His jaw clench

or her champagne

crystal stem, Dell's large hand

tire glass of champagne in one aggressive

y. Jay raises an eyebrow, high

wn on the glass table. The sh

or," Dell says. His voice is dangerousl

absolute shock. Her face

he recovers smoothly. "Just offering a helping ha

of sight, she lifts the sharp heel of her

linch. His face rema

s hand drops beneath the table. His long fin

eezes.

ight. The physical warning shoots up h

tly, pulling her up

ving," Dell

ponse. He turns and drags

call out over her shoulder, stumbling in her

oors shut b

down the long corridor toward the elevator, his