, Jason ba

oked at him like he was supposed to recognize her. Every time he closed his eyes, her

de no

, and socialites who all sought his attention. But Olivia was different. She was

there was

a Ben

his mother before sh

He didn't bel

out of bed. He paced the dimly lit suite, run

needed

tion He C

hed it up, half expecting a message from Olivia.

e rooftop lou

kened. He checked

t even h

top lounge was reserved for VIPs, a secluded spot with breathtaking view

ia... what did s

then who the hell

e of

single figure standing by the glass rail

iv

the moonlight casting an ethereal glow around her. She didn't t

leep?" she

ew feet away. "Yo

're alike in more ways than one." Jason's chest

is voice low. "You d

nally turning to face him. "So

racks in her carefully crafted mystery.

ondensation forming on her glass. "Because I wa

't sure whether to be intrigu

your name in boardrooms and back alleys. The

is throat. "And what about

gaze, unfli

ep forward. "Then wha

pread across her lips. "To se

eyes-something dangerous, something that told him i

stop himself. He

ling

the research he had done on her. "Your name,"

idn't

er closely. "My mother's

er drink, unbot

round his phone. "Then t

n them, heavy with unspoken wor

ing the wro

rowned.

s skin. "Instead of asking who I am, you should b

stomach

nial, a brush-off-

olded napkin. She pressed it into his palm, he

d. Jason's heart pounded as he unfolded the napkin. A number was

o words writt

Ev

blood

mo

He's Not

demand more, but Olivia

hed for her, bu

d never been

n at the napkin,

ast. And now, for the first time, Jason had a