Mistaken Identity: The Cold CEO Unravels

carpet. It was the cheapest place Elena could find on the

had been blacklisted. Every hospital, every clinic, every research

um, the city's most exclusive private club, was hiring cocktail wa

t afford. For Leo, she would d

s and obscene wealth. The uniform they gave her was little more than a few strategi

of laughing, drinking patrons. Her aloofness, so out of place i

. "The customer is God. Especially the VIPs. Piss

so rare it cost more than a car. "VIP room 80

est, most secure corridor. The plush carpet absorbed th

en door of 8088 and took a deep br

e thumping bass of

guest doesn't answer, you en

The music was a physical force, vibrating through the f

d offered him a drink. A toast. He knew now he'd been set up. He could

behind him. He assumed it was a woman

e smel

miliar. It was the scent from his fever dreams. His body, already p

coffee table, her only goal to

the darkness. It was cold, but the gr

escaped her lips. The tray, the bot

her with impos

ng forward, landing directly

ght, she met a pair of cold, blazing e

bled, low and thick with a desire that wasn't hi

led, her voice tight with panic. But his arm was a b

filled his senses. In his fractured mind, she was the woman who had been trying to claw her way

ence gone. With a rough tug, he tore the f

Elena's head. A cold dread washed over her. This man

he unnatural flush on his skin, heard his ragged breathing. "You've been drugged,"

he hazy memory of a woman with the same scent, her hands on him

the wide, leather sofa. The sheer difference

e and was lost in the shadows. She had thought she'd hit r

from the speakers