ith the silen

out of the bed, her muscles protesting. Her dress lay in a heap on the floor. She scoo

o vanish from this room, from thi

he handle, when his voice cut through the silence.

g to leave like th

om's temperature, traced its way down her spine. She took a breath, pu

urprisingly steady. "I think it's

esence dominating the cavernous suite. He walked toward her, not quickly, but

er head back to meet his gaze. The air crackled with a t

ng to discuss?" His voice was laced with a dangerous sort of am

? It was a two-way street, Mr. Blake. And if we're assigning

e, but his eyes narrowed sl

proof? She would

. It was a custom piece of tech, matte black and unmarked. Ewart watched her, a

the display. The hotel's network security was impressive-multiple layers of firewalls, en

e local server and went straight for the ce

a frantic, high-priority security alert from his

le, the one just down the hall from her suite. The video was crystal clear. It showed Chip and Bette,

nd hard as the evidence on the screen. "Now. Do you sti

irrefutable proof that would allow her to

the corner of his mouth tilted up in a smile that wasn't a smile a

up slightly, exposing her wrist. For a fraction of a second, his eyes locked onto a thin, white s

t his own phone a

or security server. I want all surveillance data from last night, from 2200 hours to 0600, flagged fo

hun

ing with that unnerving amusement

s head. His personal server? How could he giv

red with his chin toward the street far below, where the hotel's name was e

to her, his voice smooth as silk. "I

ence stretch, enjoying the

Global corporation it be

his hotel. His entire kingdom. She hadn't just slept with her fiancé's powerful

n delivered, gift-wrapped, into the hands of

er. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting her chin up, forcing

that vibrated through her. "Let's discuss

h her. She would not be a pawn in his gam

u," she bit out, her voice tr

kled. A low, humorless so

certainty absolute. "Becaus