tood there for a moment, the damp chill of the rainy night clinging to his overcoat. His

he glittering backdrop of the Manhattan skyline, clad

smile. She raised her wine glass in a mock to

id, her voice a low, husky purr

oat. He strode past her as if she were a piece of furniture and sat on the

mble of impatience. "Give me the flash drive, and we c

in a way she had practiced in the mirror until it looked natural. She bent low, deliberately giving him a view of the curve of

on boring things like code," she murmured

aze was locked on her mask, his eyes lik

fact that you're terrified," he stated, his

her hand behind her back. "The air condi

ee minutes to state your terms. After that, my lawyers will

. She had to escalate. Grittin

thigh just inches from his shoulder. The proximity was suffocating. She

ed a blood-red, and slowly, provocative

pensive fabric. But he didn't push her away. He watched her, his eyes darkeni

ar his ear, her warm breath ghosting across

Sinclair Holdings' phantom stoc

, the sheer gall, w

t. It wasn't a brutal choke, but a grip of pure, controlled mena

ir noses almost touching. "Don't," he bit ou

pils dilating as he froze. The grip on her throat slackened, a

the time

ine glass from the table. She tilted her head back, t

hands, and before he could process the sudden ch

of passion. It

ushing past his teeth, and released the