son

s parted, a faint, bone-chilling sce

er glacier snow-clean, frigid, and carrying the abs

al terror, his face turning chalk-white as his feet automatically shuffled half a step backward. When a lower-t

es. Her breathing sped up, her cheeks flushing pink as she hurriedly smoothed her

ossom floated out as she tried to bait the

the lobby to greet me himself!" Camelia gasped in delight

right past the towering

legal veteran from the same generation. Looking at the white hair, gold spectacles, and dignified post

stepped forward and walked stra

, I brushed right past Constantine Thornton's shoulder with

ray-blue eyes dropped to the hem of my cashmere coat where it had grazed his sleeve, a flicker of

the white-haired lawyer, I ex

nly. "I'm Alyson Frost. Thank you for ma

glasses, staring down at my outstretched hand

mered, glancing nervously towa

up within two feet of Constantine's chest, her ruby

nto a soft, breathless purr, letting her peach scent swirl toward his collar. "I attended Professor Miller's seminar with you ba

did not li

oal trousers, he looked down from his six-foot-three heig

quiet lobby like a scalpel. "First, I do not shake hands with strangers. Second, releasing unauthorize

iling vent above her head, where a small

hetic perfume just triggered a Level-Three air cont

roup of junior paralegals holding coffee cup

face turned the color of raw liver, humiliation b

c, Blake forced his trembling legs t

rushing cedar pressure in the air. "Hatfield Enterprises is prepa

, the tall Alpha pivoted on his heel, his deep gray-blue eye

ce awkwardly. "Miss Frost, I'm afraid there has been a misunder

knit slightly. "Then Unc

e her shredded pride-pointed a trembling finger straigh

school dropout from The Margin, and the fifteen billion dollars she's