ing Eleanor out of the shock of the kiss. She shivered and instinctively c

suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The fabric was heav

and on the small of her back and guided her

f the car was dead silent. They sat close together. Every time the car turned, the fabric of his tr

The city buildings blurred together. The adrenaline was

rying her just to get back at her

the small refrigerator between the seats, poured a glass of room-

residential district in Manhattan. It descended

ectly into a massive, cold, modern penthouse. The floors w

rs. Gable, the housekeeper, saw Julian walk in with a woman. Her

y, taking Julian's briefcase. Her eyes flick

ed absolute authority. "Mrs. Gable, this is my wife,

red her professional tone instantly. "Yes, sir.

h to say "Yes, please,"

"Put all of my wife's thin

ide. She lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. "Th

ng the housekeeper. Mrs. Gable

a slow step forward. Eleanor took a step back. He took another step. She kept back

etched out for miles. Inside, Julian's massive fr

ht next to her ear. He leaned down, his dark eyes locking onto her pan

he hair between his thumb and index finger. "Since you signed the paper, you wi

r hands and pushed against his chest, trying to create spa

his unbuttoned collar. Her skin brushed against a thick

froze i

afe physical distance. He pointed down the long hallway. "The master

eanor practically ran down the hallway. She rus

his own reflection in the dark glass. He aggr

is eyes turned dark and dangerous. Three years. He had

ter filling the tub in the bathroom. She looked at the dark, masculine furniture in the room. The reality crashed