ightly envious smile. She nodded discreetly and pulled the doo

through her. She pushed against his chest with both hands, b

girlfriend?" she hissed, h

layful light in his gray eyes. "Aren't you? Two nights ago

inful blush that spread down her neck.

k!" she argued, but her voice c

n his chest. "So being drunk abs

cheek. "Seraphina Scott. Twenty-four years old. An h

He knew who she was.

" The question came o

. "Shouldn't I know something about my... guest?" He paused on the las

control that night-the one using a stranger for a moment of reckless escape.

t out. "Give me back my ring, and

g under the office lights. "The ring? Are you sure

hameless,

s vanished, replaced by something dee

, stepping back and crea

d for air, watc

desk, crossing his arms over his chest. His ga

ice now devoid of emotion. "You're

had laid bare her most p

ne of your

self-deprecating smile touched his l

hers. Then he said something that wo

relax." He watched her, his expression deadly s

ical thing. She stood frozen,

t...

n his early thirties, who radiated power from every pore, whose own ne

but looking into those steady, unblinking

sn't

s ser

ed. Not relief. Not satisfaction. Something closer to guilt-a s

bedpost she couldn't even see. But if what he was saying was true, then s

hat night shifted, and she di