"Who are you on the phone with?"
The voice was a low threat that seemed to materialize from the very shades of the room. Ava stiffened, her heart leaping into her throat as she fumbled with the device. She disconnected the call with an urgent press of her thumb.
She turned, forcing a nervous, brittle smile onto her face as she looked up at Dominic. He was leaning against the doorframe, his silhouette broad and imposing, his eyes unblinking as they tracked the slight tremor in her hands.
"Just a friend," she said, her voice sounding unconvincing even to her own ears.
"Male or female?" Dominic asked. He didn't move, but the atmosphere in the suite tightened, the air suddenly feeling scarce.
"Female," she lied, the word tasting like copper.
Dominic continued to stare at her for a long,
