tood there for a moment, the damp chill of the rainy night clinging to his overcoat. His
he glittering backdrop of the Manhattan skyline, clad
smile. She raised her wine glass in a mock to
id, her voice a low, husky purr
oat. He strode past her as if she were a piece of furniture and sat on the
mble of impatience. "Give me the flash drive, and we c
in a way she had practiced in the mirror until it looked natural. She bent low, deliberately giving him a view of the curve of
on boring things like code," she murmured
aze was locked on her mask, his eyes lik
fact that you're terrified," he stated, his
her hand behind her back. "The air condi
ee minutes to state your terms. After that, my lawyers will
. She had to escalate. Grittin
thigh just inches from his shoulder. The proximity was suffocating. She
ed a blood-red, and slowly, provocative
pensive fabric. But he didn't push her away. He watched her, his eyes darkeni
ar his ear, her warm breath ghosting across
Sinclair Holdings' phantom stoc
, the sheer gall, w
t. It wasn't a brutal choke, but a grip of pure, controlled mena
ir noses almost touching. "Don't," he bit ou
pils dilating as he froze. The grip on her throat slackened, a
the time
ine glass from the table. She tilted her head back, t
hands, and before he could process the sudden ch
of passion. It
ushing past his teeth, and released the
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