Of course he'd known I was there, watching him. He turned, pivoting gracefully to catch me with his icy blue gaze.

I was pretty sure he owned a significant chunk of Manhattan I was positive he was the hottest man on the planet.Īnd he kept photos of me everywhere he worked, as if I could possibly be as fun to look at as he was. He was Gideon Cross, of Cross Industries, and at the ridiculous age of twenty-eight, he was one of the top twenty-five richest people in the world. Most were pictures taken by the paparazzi who followed his every move.

The rear view of him showcased a perfect ass and a powerful back encased in a vest.On the wall was a massive collage of photos of us as a couple and one very intimate one that he'd taken of me while I was sleeping. His seriously addictive body was now dressed in two pieces of an expensively tailored three-piece suit - an admitted hot button of mine. He'd finished his shower before I managed to crawl out of bed. My vantage point included him superimposed over those towering skyscrapers, an equally powerful and impressive presence. I was certain my view of the skyline was more awe-inspiring than his. Leaning into the doorjamb, I drank him in. His arms were crossed and he was staring out the windows of his Fifth Avenue penthouse apartment, giving the impression of a very solitary man, an individual who was separate from the world around him, yet entirely capable of ruling it. 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. I heard Gideon's voice the moment I stepped into the hallway.Ī tiny shiver moved through me when I realized he was angry, his voice low and clipped.

Reflected in you full book