Jackie Champion wrinkled his nose at the overpowering smell as his long strides carried him up to the second floor. His narrowed eyes locked onto a distant silhouette—one that was unmistakable.
Scott's blood ran cold when he spotted the distressingly familiar woman across the room. If he hadn't understood his boss's fury earlier, the scene before him explained everything.
"Sir," Scott ventured cautiously, "there might be some misunderstanding here. Let's not act rashly."
"Misunderstanding?!" Jackie's obsidian eyes flashed dangerously. "You call that intimacy a misunderstanding?" His arctic glare shifted to the man seated across from Sandra. "Deal with him," he commanded, voice like shards of ice. "Make sure he learns what happens to those who touch what's mine."
Though hesitant, Scott
