ng of expensive soap and shampoo. She wore a pair of plain, gray cotton pajamas that co

n't loo

ind reeling. He watched her walk past the sofa, her bare feet silent on the carpet

led cheese after all. The thought filled him with a grim satisfaction. He'd let her make it. He'd let her

he refrigerator to pul

long, slow sip. She held the bottle with both hands, her gaze fixed

already worn

e of the kitchenette, blocking her exit. He crossed his arms

ked, his voice drippi

es finally meeting his. Her gaze drif

t a man who just spent a million dollars at a private Van Cleef & Arpels au

. The auction had been discreet, an invitati

was conversational, almost pleasant. "Delila must be thrilled. A friend in her little circle was kind enough to for

leaving his. "I guess the anonymous gift-giv

hand to cover the cufflink on his right wrist, a gesture of guilt so

fool. Someone who read Vogue, not financial reports. Someone who followed gos

placed his shock. "Have

still unnervingly calm. "The whole world knows you're in lov

constructed facade of their marriage. It tore

quiet room. "Delila and I are just friends! She has BP

ad always worked, the line that always m

were discussing a business deal. "I see. Well, a man who has

ff the island and ma

desperately wanted, was more infuriating than any tears or acc

not don

her arm, then back up at his face. Her expr

isper. She pulled her arm from his grasp with a surprising str

of ice. "Don't touch me with the hands yo

le his breath. A wave of fury, primal and uncont

lifted her chin, her eyes daring him, a sile

wife's face. He had never hit her. He had never needed to. But in that moment, he wanted to. H

him to the bone, that if his hand fell, som

and clenching into a fist at his

out, the words tasting like acid. "Th

possessiveness" li

ly smiled. It was a cold, sharp, terrif

ftly. "You won't have to s

walked back into the sleepi

the loc

ound of the security ch