Zachary Gonzalez hauled Ava into his lavish yet tastefully modest bedroom, shutting and bolting the door behind them with a quiet click.
Ava barely had time to register the elegant interior, the deep emerald drapes, the dark wood finish, the subtle gold accents, before she was suddenly pulled down onto a velvet chaise longue.
Her chest rose and fell erratically as Zac leaned over her, arms braced on either side. His posture was imposing, but his face wasn’t. His brows were smooth, his expression unreadable.
The corners of his eyes lifted with a quiet glint of amusement, the soft lighting reflecting in their depth. He looked less like the cold tycoon she’d imagined and more like some cunning male fairy out of a twisted fairytale.
“Who is Cole?” he asked, voice calm, neither too low nor
