na T

thing. I don't care what he might think now.

s eyes off me. "I respect that she's y

see how I introduce myself

fy, holding his gaz

my last name-the one he met me with, the on

continues, in that arrogant, condescending tone

g out loud, but the corner

ertinent. "It wouldn't be in your fiancée

me. That I don't know who he is. That he wasn't the love

supplies. "Sh

a nod. A

want him to know he doesn't intimidate

ther. "I don't know under what conditions she's here, but in this city there are rules t

im directly, but I can feel his gaze moving be

hear from you..."

ree," he

blem." I shrug, al

lo's voice cut

go to h

te room, Mr. Prince," Shane contin

dead bod

, oblivious to what's really going on and eager to i

elling her to be quiet. It's obvious calling the police would

k with Miss Taylor in private," declares

l does he t

art, taking a step forwa

between S

nd I have guests to attend to," Milo says impatiently. "Take him to

't hav

y employee, and this could cost you a lo

e inside of my cheek to keep from telling him to go to hell. I

d. Milo likes obedience. I won't go th

ance. The kitchen returns to its rhythm, and I'm grateful

th-" Abigail starts when th

, Abigail. When I'm don

e.

ke me feel so invisib

oks at me

rmurs, her voice breaking. "And you also kno

How dare she p

o defend myself-but at

es his chin, and turns his face until their lips meet. He doesn't pull away. He

my heart? Why does seeing him with my steps

that power over me

en I finally find t

be waiting upstairs. Take the elevat

e the kitchen quickly. I pray I reach the elevator before he does. I don'

's not pleased-I can see it on his face. Without him saying a word, I know that even

ly. I step inside without hesitation and press the top floor, trying to disappear before Shane

appears and

ermission, M

k as much as I can when his body takes up more space tha

ody, with citrus. His broad back fills my view. The nape of his ne

slide into his pockets, like he used t

he hell are you

open again. He steps out first, without looking back, without showin

without checking if I'm b

stress-and for h

op the ridiculous formalities.

. His blue eyes scan me from head to toe, a brief frown app

returns to that

oking at me with that

e you do

like he's grown

of questi

. And I don't get paid to a

he does when he's about to

ll in contac

y eyes.

s-is the reason we're here," I remind him.

, reacting to my words

o