* Jana *
He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him.
Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.
I set the wine glass back to my lips, savoring the silence that stretched between us. To him, silence was pressure, a weapon he usually wielded against weaker men in glass boardrooms. Against me, it was a spotlight, every second he didn't speak, the more he revealed. And I needed him revealed.
I turned back to the window, letting the city lights cast
