n any further, a low, sloppy whistle

She spun around, her spine hitting

was walkin

neck. He had one hand shoved deep into his suit pants pocket. He swayed slightly as he walked, muttering u

nausea hit her stomach. The memories of his past-li

bloodshot eyes raked over the th

ing smirk twi

ared at him, her eyes dead an

rred, taking another step closer. "Cortn

sides. Her nails dug so hard into her pa

her nose at him, stripping away any

voice was quiet, but it cut th

d on his face. He clearly hadn'

rd. The movement forced Donn

cologne," she said, her voice dripping

gly red. The alcohol in his s

s hand aiming for

stinct. She raised her hand

ac

arp and loud in

o dangerous slits. "You are standing on the private flo

dominant force radiating from her eyes pinned him to

ff. She turned her back on him and

a second glance. She

he sharp, burning scent of expensi

. She grabbed the edge of the do

and twisted the

door. He rubbed his stinging wrist, a deep

door. Her chest heaved up and down. She forced herself to

as dark, lit only by a single b

chair. His back was facing her. He was staring

. The ice cubes clinked against the glass

pushed off the door and began wal