ng windows of the penthouse living room. The bright

as dressed in a sharp, professional tailor

. They were still sitting near the entryway,

e walked over. She picked up the

ped them directly into the tall stainless steel

held a cup of black coffee in one hand and

his dark eyebrows

belongings?" he interrogated her, s

ator. "I am taking out the trash," sh

towering figure cast

r a harmless intern," he accused her. H

s of ice water. The cold liquid slid down her dry throat,

decided to change his tactic. He r

led out his wallet. He extracted a slee

he smooth marble island toward her. I

Julian told her. "Buy whatever jewe

ounter. "Consider this a reward to

marble. She felt deeply insulted. His transactio

two fingers. Her expression r

a slow sip. He assumed he had successfully bought

flicked

rectly into the trash can. It land

card against the bin echo

ly. A dark, thunderous expressi

e grabbed her shoulder, his f

you?" he demanded, h

h pure disgust. She stepped back

" she rejected him flatly. "

r. "You have no moral high ground to judge my ac

k out that door, you lose the Sincl

him, feeling nothi

ed protection from i

vator. She pressed the button, st

Julian staring at the trash can. His a