The private elevator dinged.
Fifty-second floor. Midnight.
The sound echoed through the master bedroom like a gunshot, shattering the heavy, sensual silence that had just been building between us.
I lay on the white silk sheets, my heart pounding against my ribs, my black lace underwear clinging to my skin, the diamond choker cold against my throat.
Seth was over me, in only black boxers, his chest hard, his eyes black with a mix of fury and interrupted desire.
"Stay here," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He grabbed a thick black silk robe from the armchair and threw it over me, covering my black lace, tying it tight at my waist. "Do not come out until I clear the living room."
"No," I whispered back, sitting up. "I am not a coward hiding in the bedroom while my
