“Room 1427. I’m on my way up.”
Isabella Voss ended the call and stepped into the private elevator without another word. Her heart pounded steadily against her ribs as the car rose smoothly. At thirty-five she ran an empire of luxury properties that was across continents, yet here she was, chasing something raw and private in the middle of a week that could make or break her latest merger.
The door to the suite opened before her knuckles even finished their second tap.
Kai Lennox filled the doorway. Tall, effortlessly gorgeous, with those sharp hazel eyes that seemed to see straight through her polished exterior. A faint scar traced along his collarbone, just visible where his dark shirt hung open at the top. He gave her a slow, knowing smile.
“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and warm
