Married To The Vulture Of Wall Street

ion; she could control it. She turned her back on Presto

ward the man

He was tall, taller than Preston. His shoes were Italian leather, hand-stitched, scuffed slightly at the t

with a privacy screen. His brow was furrowed,

ablet. He looked like a lawyer or an assista

et away. She had bre

-security-stepped for

hand. One finger. The securit

lifted his eyes

sessed her. He dismantled her. And she recognized him instantly. Dominik Mack. The Vulture of Wall Street. His file was flagged in thr

ame somewhere behind her,

introductions. She didn

to get marrie

in the air, a

ne, dropped his stylus. His

didn't change. He looked at her as if she had jus

t faster now. "No criminal record. Immediate signature.

er phone so hard her fingers were numb. He looke

Not amusement. Calculation. It

phone into

roken through the to

out of there, if he caused enough of a scene

. She let the mask slip. She let

only levera

s voice was deep, a baritone th

?" he

cted him to negotiate. She e

said, her voice steadying. "Div

rs away. She could he

her, casting a shadow that blocked out the h

," he

It wasn't a handshake

y arm,"

could see it. She laid her hand on his forearm. Beneath t