nter of the room. Her flat shoes made abso

s slightly and placed the heavy silver tray onto the cold stone surface. She didn't look

custom-spun wool, tailored perfectly to his wide shoulders and narrow wa

-Duncan. A useless playboy from a branch family. He had been exiled to Miami but was in New York for

r's vest. Her fingers found the top button. She unfastened it. Then the second. She pulled the fab

ared he

pitched her voice low, making it so

uid stopped flowing into the glass. He stood

o of the vest. She walked around the edge of the leather sofa, closing t

the whiskey glass in his righ

she saw his face, her heart slammed

ere a dark, endless black. They held no warmth, no lust, no amusement. They were the eyes of a predator looking at

neck. A thought flashed through her mind: How coul

of his suit. She told herself it didn't matter. He was just a man. She could play this game. If she

ght, confident sm

ow what you control. I want the exclusive rights to

ing in front of him. He didn't blink. He didn't speak a singl

and uncomfortable. She assumed he was waiting for her t

nal space, bringing her body dangerously close to his. She could smel

fingers reached out and gently rested

his chest. His eyes were dead, devoid of any human emotion. He lo

she ignored it. She slowly dragged her fingertips up th

She leaned in, bringing h

r breath warm against his skin. "And I can offer

ow, cruel smile formed on his

k asked. His voice was a low, roug

voice. The tips of her ears flushed hot.

orso. She tilted her head back, offering her neck, trying t

the crystal whiskey glass. His knuck

nto the marble windowsill. The sharp crack of crystal

the sudden violence of the sound. But she kept her

. His long, strong fingers ho

htly in a smile. She thought he was going

ever came t

His large fingers wrapped around her slender wrist, lock