Julian's POV
The evening air was heavy with the scent of impending rain as I slipped into the driver’s seat of my Bentley Continental GT and pulled out of the underground parking lot of my penthouse. The engine purred as I steered onto the road, but no amount of luxury or speed could settle the discomfort that had started gnawing at me since yesterday's meeting with Katia Kensington.
That name had been bouncing around in my skull like a f*****g echo, and no amount of distraction, not even the f*****g model I left tangled in my sheets earlier this morning, had managed to mute it.
She wasn’t what I expected. Hell, she wasn’t what anyone would expect. She looked fragile, elegant, sassy, and everything a man would want in a woman.
She is f*****g dangerous.
And there was something about he
