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erior of the Maybach. The man in the backseat was massive, his broad s

popping open a large black umbrella to hold over my h

t seem to be here yet. M

just an embossed gold phone number-and

ou, but

his piercing ice-blue eyes locked onto mine through the dark, mak

ach to the corner, and climbed into

out and was heading for the entrance, Keon lunged at me from behind like a rab

and slammed his palm against

tonight? You humiliated me i

nto his twisted fac

our pride when you had Adria

ealization hit him, before he quickly raked his

it was just a one-time mistake. I'll take you out on the

ath made my stomach turn. I shoved h

eon. You ma

my thumb to the smart lock, stepped inside,

t six the next morning and took a cab to my PR fi

the button to close the doors. Just as the steel panels slid together,

nstantly eating up the space in the cabin and surrounding me

ght elevator lights, I recognized him immediately-Berkley Lambert, the le

his tall frame leaned half an inch toward me, the woo

metal handrail, my heart skipping a be

aze settling on my face, his v

into each other

R instincts kicking i

name, Capta

as the elevator chimed for my floor, he took a poli

ue doesn't know the

the hall into my glass-walled office, my pulse still

ther chair, my phone buzzed on

e for dinner tonight. We need

back a single "Fine," and set