d a large white towel from the rack. She pulled open the bathr

and pulled the heavy duvet up to her chin. She squeezed her eyes

e cold, sharp energy of a Wall Street boardroom with him. He reached up, loosened his silk tie, and tossed it

The screen was blank. Chloe had not repl

cuffs, his jaw tightening. He walked down the hallway, his leathe

m. The room was dim, the curtains drawn. He saw the

He walked to the side of the bed and stood o

scent of expensive cedar cologne mixed with fain

der the covers, her knuckles turning

ool fingers brushed a strand of

through her skin. Chloe flinched, her

. He leaned down, his face inches from hers. His b

said, his voice

her eyelashes and opened her eyes, blinking as if disori

b and forefinger, tilting her face up. His gaze was sharp,

her throat. "I was dizzy. I didn

ight flared in Julian's eyes. His gaze dropped fro

ainst her abdomen through the blankets. He rubbed his thumb in a

den. She shoved his hand away and bolted up

ure in the room plummeted. His face turned to stone

ands over her mouth. "Acid reflux," she gasped

The muscle in his jaw ticked. He slowly lowered his h

r chest heaving. A thin layer of

mere loungewear. He stopped at the foot of the bed. "

rder against the headboard. "I really don'

octave, carrying a quiet, absolute authori

ce crumbled. She slowly pushed the covers aside and swung

n them, wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, and pulled her against his side.

er. The silence between them was th

y in the corner. The long mahogany table was set. The