His thumb dug into the hollow beneath my jaw, trapping my pulse against his skin. The wall at my back was cold, but the heat off Julian's chest burned straight through my silk dress.
He bent down, his mouth a fraction of an inch from mine.
"Mr. Cross!"
His secretary rounded the corner into the dim corridor, her heels clicking sharply against the tile. She stopped dead in her tracks three feet away, not even blinking. "Your father is on the main stage. He's asking for you two."
Julian didn't flinch. For two agonizing seconds, his dark eyes burned into mine, black with unspent rage and possessiveness.
Then his hand slid slowly down my throat, his fingers leaving cold air in their wake. He straightened, smoothing the front of his suit jacket with one swift flick of his wrists, his cold,
