He stood with his back to the door and a Bluetooth receiver in his ear. There was no need for him to shout when he could get people to quake in their shoes with just a look or a tersely spoken word. I could get him to raise his voice and curse, even shove his hands through his glorious shoulder-length mane of inky black hair.įor the most part, though, Gideon was a testament to leashed power. He didn’t rile easily… unless he was ticked off with me. A tiny shiver moved through me when I realized he was angry, his voice low and clipped. I heard Gideon’s voice the moment I stepped into the hallway. When I was presentable, I left the bedroom. Since I had no hairstyling talent, I pulled my long blond hair back in a simple ponytail, then made up my face. Gideon woke up ready to conquer the world, and he liked to start that domination with me.īecause it was sliding into July in New York and the temperature was heating up, I chose a slim pair of pressed natural-linen slacks and a sleeveless poplin shell in a soft gray that matched my eyes. Obviously, I was going to have to allot time in my morning routine for sex, otherwise I’d always be scrambling. I had an hour and a half before I had to be at work, which was cutting it a little too close for comfort. My hair was still damp from a shower, and the towel wrapped around me was my only article of clothing. The pulsing energy of the city fueled international business bloodlines and drew people from all over the world.Īnd the embodiment of all that vibrancy, driving ambition, and world-renowned power had just screwed me to two toe-curlingly awesome orgasms.Īs I padded over to his massive walk-in closet, I glanced at Gideon Cross’s sex-rumpled bed and shivered with remembered pleasure.

Oddities coexisted with priceless rarities. Conservatives rubbed shoulders with bohemians. The city was a microcosm of new world opportunities and old world traditions. I loved New York with the kind of mad passion I reserved for only one other thing in my life.

Crossfire book 1