e soles of Aislinn's heels and settling deep in her chest. The air was thick with the scent of e
over the music, thrusting a ma
nst Harper's. "To never answer
y down, but there was an odd, metallic aftertaste she didn't recognize. She
he threw her head back, letting her dark hair cascade down her bare back. She felt eyes on her-hungry, appr
't looking at the crowd; he was looking at the woman in the green dress. He signaled a waiter, slipping a folded bil
sofa, his head in his hands. The room was dark, lit only by the amber glow of the ci
his voice rough. "G
ance is ins
ing up. The room tilted dangerously. "I said clear t
retreated, closing
k with Vance earlier-a scotch that tasted slightly off-and now he felt like he had been hit by a tr
n stumbled. The ro
ed, steadying her. "One martini
er tongue felt thick, too big
ome wit
away gently. "Stay. Dan
s seemed to stretch and warp like a funhouse mirror. She turned
ccess
ted. She punched in a code on the keypad. 1-0-2-4-9-8. It was the universal override code for all
ed green. The
ck wall. The elevator shot upward, bypassing the
nto a room that smelled of cedar and exp
ed out, but her vo
r heel caught on the edge o
ht her before sh
hard, warm chest. The scent hit her instantly-not cologne, but som
ale voice growled, deep and
send up, but as his hands gripped her bare arms, his brain short-circuited. Her skin was
his features. Her drugged mind supplied an image from a ma
ands sliding up his chest, feeling
e sudden, overwhelming sensory overload of her touch, snapped the last
e whispered, but his mouth
gasped, opening to him, and he groaned, a sound of pure, starving n
ilding. Inside, there was only the sound
ips. The way he moved-dominant, demanding, yet terrifyingly focused on her. Aislinn had never felt this kind
arp tug as they moved, the delicate gold chain snapped. The necklace slid un
t that seemed to drug him further. "Mine," he gritte
n and the heat. For tonight, she wasn't Rose
c, overcome by the sedative Vance had slipped him earlier, fell in
in her system was metabolizing fast, leaving behin
ltered through the blinds
rned h
ing next to her. The sharp jawline. The dark, b
r
ble speed. She scrambled backward, falling off th
ex-husband. On the
he woke up-if he saw her-everything she had built, every secret sh
y she could barely pull the zipper up. She didn't look for her
heavy fire exit door. She sprinted down the concrete stairs, fli
ater, the ele
ibed a housekeeper for, intending to stage a "morning after" phot
scattered. And on the sofa, Eric Koch was asleep
saw the empty space beside him. Sh
rkled in the gap of
y, antique gold locket with a massive emerald. She t
he unclasped the broken chain, tied it in a knot
ffled her hair to look like she'd been s

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