the hum of the engine and the drumming of Clara's fingers on her l
ld have
turn the car around, to stand up and depart, to
million
d them. It meant her studio, her medical bills,
head-on into th
knuckled around the steering wheel with practiced command. The scent of his cologne-woodsy musk and s
didn't
iet, the city's noisy chaos fading into the dista
s. Or for men who though
e had been p
d. The tension was suffocating.
look at her
cked. He kn
hy
round the wheel. Just
always prepared with an answer. Ice-
ething about
t," Clara said finally.
haking her head. "Trust? Th
idn't
e heavy iron gates of his manor house appearing
es creak
l built of glacial marble and rough lines. Still,
ng about it
e could reach the handle. A man in a shar
," he said, b
cted the formal greeting. Hadn'
f the car, adjusting his cufflinks as if
turned. Why was this mo
is like a t
easured as she took in the big entrance hall. S
ng as Alex pursued her over the marble, slamming her against
N
e was tr
er-glided in a motion of command toward the grand st
ipped a beat.
oward his office. "You're stayi
s retreating figu
lutely
ancing back. "You work be
laugh. "Oh, so you're doing
unreadable. "I wan
it than that. There w
of her chin. "Two
was twitching. "Three,
h suspende
ash hit. Three? Three
ou ever breathe on me once whil
exing of one of
ed an eyebr
d then he nodd
is eyes made her kn
her know this had never be
htened her mor