sical force, a drop in temperature that commanded attention. Amber, a cocktail waitress, moved to inte

he muttered, instinctively shifting to pl

by gin and a white-hot fury, she met his ga

the bottom of the stairs, pulled out his phone, and typed a qui

wn. The messag

r deal. Or Leo

. To threaten her, here, now. The

he said to Isabelle, he

floor. She stopped directly in front of him, so close she could see the faint lines

?" she asked, her voice low but vibrati

hispers started to ri

something other than coldness there. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

reckless laugh bubbled up in

The move was so unexpected it pulled him off balance, forcing him to stumble a step closer to

forced to look down into her blazing

a low purr of defiance. "Let's find a place wh

frontation. But he wouldn't yield control. He stood rigid, a

to treat her like a hysterical s

ce just enough for the surrounding tables to hear clea

d underestimated her. He thought she would crumble, but he had pushed her p

iptoes, bringing her lips so close to his ear that they almost b

hot against his ear, the w

swear to God, Julian, I will kiss y

ublic image. A messy, emotional scene was his worst nightmare. A public display of aff

t, clean scent of his skin, mixed with the expensive whi

ry and something else, something she couldn't name. For a lo

rip. Without a word, he turned and began pulling her through the crowd, toward a hallway