“I know,” he replied, meeting my eyes in challenge. “Ellison.” He spoke my name like a warning. If I’d been any more sober, I would have chickened the fuck out and run out with my tail between my legs. “What are you doing?” he asked in a weary voice. It made him look vulnerable, unlike the proud man who seemed to have his shit together on the golf course and in class. A hank of it had fallen down over one eyebrow. From this close, I could see his hair was hundreds of different shades of blond. The words died on his tongue as we found ourselves nose-to-nose. I turned my head to see if that smell was coming from him, but at the same moment, he turned his head toward me to ask me something. The scent of coffee and laundry detergent surrounded me, but it was overlaid with the barest hint of apple shampoo. Suddenly, the room seemed much smaller than it had before. I brushed my shoulder against his chest as I stepped past him. “Thanks,” I mumbled before moving forward to refill the cone. I sucked it down greedily, if only to get that godforsaken butterscotch flavor out of my mouth. Grey grabbed a paper water cup shaped like a cone from the stack on top of the water cooler and filled it before handing it to me.

A large ice machine hummed in the corner, and right next to it was an old-fashioned water cooler. Shelving reached all the way to the ceiling, and most of it was covered in pristine club hand towels folded into neat stacks. Once he opened it, I saw the storage room everyone talked about. Within seconds, he’d pulled me down the hallway to a closed door.

The chance for another night in his arms, and hopefully a whole lot more. And when he comes for my family’s company, the quiet life I’ve built for myself far away from Manhattan comes crumbling down, too.īut when Grey’s standing in our boardroom, threatening a hostile takeover and demanding I negotiate on behalf of my family, I don’t see an enemy. Now he’s taking down the companies owned by every frat boy who did him wrong. Doesn’t matter that he’s already top of the Wall Street food chain.

Destroyed his future.ĭoesn’t matter that he’s clawed his way back and then some. The way Grey sees it, I was the one who did the ruining. One taste of Grey Blackwood ruined me for life. No consequences.īut if you get that close to a man with fire in his eyes, you’re gonna get burned, and I was no exception. One hot moment in a hidden storage closet.

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