her Bottega Veneta clutch. The d

ly down the long corridor toward the spi

yellow light, making the edges of t

sive weight of Callum's gaze. Her steps were f

lifting it slightly, and threw her r

to the narrow gap of the vintage metal a

apped into

ently outward. A sharp, ago

gasp ripped from her throat as her body pitched fo

acing for the impact of her ne

rm shot out from th

suit, clamped around her narr

backward. She slammed hard i

h the sharp, clean scent of cedarwoo

ones. Aubrey's pupils dilated.

orgotten ho

r head. It was incredibly low, dar

y went rigid. Her b

aveling up the sharp line of his jaw unt

indifference in his eyes shattered. A violent storm

ueezed her so hard her ribs ached, as if

the suffocating pressure on her waist. She slammed both hands again

g her backward until her spine hit the wooden banister. H

hers. His warm breath brushed her ear as

bre

d, untouchable mask of a Hollywood actress onto her fac

d, her voice dripping with polite, dis

e was a lit match d

rage from the last

ipping her jaw. He squeezed hard, forcing

g with lethal anger. "You run away like a cowar

f apart in her chest. But her eyes remained

augh. "I'm just surprised the CEO of Wyatt Corp i

his cheek. His eyes turned pitch black, looking a

of heels and the sound of women laughing

vival instin

her stiletto heel down as hard as she co

rip loosening for a

idn't look back. Dragging her throbbing ankle, she limped