rning, the estat

. She wore a thin, white cotton nightgown. She stared

rthur had bitten her. His warning in the

night. She had to cut this dirty, transactional t

o sound on the thick Persian rug. She walked to t

r keycard, a piece of plastic that granted him absolute, terrifying author

backward. The heavy box ne

hung loosely over his broad shoulders. He moved like a ghost.

was the black La Perla lace und

you crazy?" she hissed, keeping her voi

s dropped to the box in her arms.

shoulders hit the wall. He reached out and snatched the

ling it right in front of her face.

ard to grab the fabric, but Arthur was faster. He caugh

is skin through his silk robe burned right through her thin

e shell of her ear. "If you do not want the bag

of pure frustration spilled down her cheeks. "Y

distinct sound of high heels clicking agains

pped directly out

twice. "Chloe?

turned to ice. Her pupils

the middle of the night, Chloe would be th

y sharpened. His react

in light switch on the wall. The

clamped firmly over Chloe's mouth, cutt

brass doorknob. Finding it locked, her v

mouth was pressed against Chloe's ear. "Speak," he ord

ut his other hand dropped to her waist, his fing

to sound sleepy and calm. "I am just changing my

izing silence on the o

ell." The clicking of her heels

ave out. She slid down the wall and collapsed onto th

of her. He reached out, his hands finding

It was a kiss that was terrifyingly