rning, the estat
. She wore a thin, white cotton nightgown. She stared
rthur had bitten her. His warning in the
night. She had to cut this dirty, transactional t
o sound on the thick Persian rug. She walked to t
r keycard, a piece of plastic that granted him absolute, terrifying author
backward. The heavy box ne
hung loosely over his broad shoulders. He moved like a ghost.
was the black La Perla lace und
you crazy?" she hissed, keeping her voi
s dropped to the box in her arms.
shoulders hit the wall. He reached out and snatched the
ling it right in front of her face.
ard to grab the fabric, but Arthur was faster. He caugh
is skin through his silk robe burned right through her thin
e shell of her ear. "If you do not want the bag
of pure frustration spilled down her cheeks. "Y
distinct sound of high heels clicking agains
pped directly out
twice. "Chloe?
turned to ice. Her pupils
the middle of the night, Chloe would be th
y sharpened. His react
in light switch on the wall. The
clamped firmly over Chloe's mouth, cutt
brass doorknob. Finding it locked, her v
mouth was pressed against Chloe's ear. "Speak," he ord
ut his other hand dropped to her waist, his fing
to sound sleepy and calm. "I am just changing my
izing silence on the o
ell." The clicking of her heels
ave out. She slid down the wall and collapsed onto th
of her. He reached out, his hands finding
It was a kiss that was terrifyingly
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