her mind racing, processing the data. Harrison Juarez. Brittain's shadow. T

nd incredulous. She stepped back, putting distance between

, spreading his legs comfortably, claiming the space. "He took

sgusting,"

t, you get a momentary release and a potential blackmail risk. You sleep with me... and

awless. It was Machiavellian.

ad been cheating on her since the honeymoon. He treated her like a fixture, a lamp to

z was a nuclear option. It w

s per

The hesitation was gon

an eyebrow, am

y. "No feelings. No clinging. When we walk out of

od up. "I make it a rule not to

pulled out a sleek, black titanium card. Brittain's Centurion card

. Harrison caught it again

g to ruin my marriage, I'm going to do it on his

back at her. A slow, genuine grin spread across his face. It cha

surprises, Mrs.

ison Juarez. I need the Presidential Suite. Immediately. Charge

nded a hand toward

alloused, steady. Taking it meant cro

im, her head high, the heels of her shoes c

Juarez,"

t a low laugh a

side, not touching, but the heat between them was palpable. Angelina watched their reflecti

y pressing down on her, making her kne

se foyer stretched out before them, marble

osening his tie with one hand. The amusement was gone

run, Angelina,

of the elevator. "Shu