The gold digger

rted around them like waves breaking against a stone, people instinctively stepping aside. It wasn't just his commanding presenc

than the bass of the music. They passed through the main area and slipped into a private hallway. The noise of t

ession was unreadable, a mask of cool indifference. "You could still walk

" Lila shot back, her c

e that didn't reach his eyes. "What I want

cologne wrapping around her like a spell. It was intoxicating-dark and heady,

r of storm clouds gathering before a downpour. "I've dealt with your kind before. Gold di

ight one yet," she said, her

them, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. Then, without

htaking view of the Manhattan skyline. It was a private lounge, more luxurious than any space Lila had seen in a long time. Plush leather

ink without offering her one. He took a slow sip, his eyes fixed on her as tho

d, glancing around with fe

part of the Blackwood portfolio. But I prefer to th

ong the polished edge of the bar. "And which category

nning her against the bar with his body. He wasn't touching her-there was a bare inch o

ured, his breath warm agains

now, teetering on the edge of something neither of them could control. She c

whisper. She reached up, sliding her fingers thro

't quite place-anger, desire, suspicion.

w and throaty. "

own between them, pressing it flat against his chest. "Feel that?" he asked, his voic

couldn't explain. She'd never felt this way before-not with any of the men she'd pursued. This was supposed to be sim

e said, her voice softer now, almost vu

lied, releasing her so sudde

mile returning, but it didn't reach her

nst him, his lips crashing down on hers. It wasn't a kiss; it was a battle. His mouth was demanding, br

was only Adrian, his taste, his scent, the feel of his hands on her body. She had kissed many men before, b

her. His breathing was ragged, and for the first t

aid, his voice hoarse

entarily thrown

"You don't do anything without an angle.

lie, the clever retort-died on her tongue. Because the truth was, she didn't know anymore. Wh

e," she said finally, her v

ism there, the distrust. He stepped back, putting dis

face. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to smile. "Believe wha

icked up his drink, turning away from her as tho

" she whispered, more

chest. As she reached for the handle, she glanced back over her shoulder, one

Adrian," she

those dark, unreadable eyes as she slip