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Damon Sterling looked like a drowned, furious prince who had just been dropped into a garbage disposal.Water dripped from his dark, sodden eyelashes down to the hollow of his cheekbones. His white silk shirt was completely ruined, plastered transparently across broad shoulders, a sharp collarbone, and the lean, hard muscle of his chest. His hands were gripping the chrome shower bar so tightly that his knuckles were stark white."You're dead," he rasped, coughing out a mouthful of icy water. "You hear me? You're a dead woman. Nobody does this to me. Nobody.""You have thirty-five minutes now," I said calmly, leaning my shoulder against the marble doorframe and checking my chipped fingernails. "Keep yelling if you want, but you're only shaving off your drying time."He lunged up from the floor, sputtering with murderous fury. For a guy who spent his nights drinking vintage liquor and burning cash, he moved surprisingly fast. He tried to shove past me into the master bedroom, his jaw ti

The executive board meeting ended in record time.Usually, corporate summits at Sterling Tower lasted six grueling hours of budget reports, angry debates, and endless PowerPoints. Today, thanks to a crumpled brass lamp and two unconscious security guards lying by the broken credenza, Damon closed the entire maritime port acquisition in under twenty-two minutes.Nobody argued. Nobody raised a hand. Carter signed every single document Damon slid across the glass table with shaking fingers, looking like he was terrified that breathing too loudly would cause me to snap his neck.When Damon finally stood up and buttoned his charcoal jacket, he didn't look like a nervous wreck anymore. The spoiled boy had transformed back into the king of the city, wearing a lazy, dangerous smirk that could melt glaciers."Wonderful doing business with you, gentlemen," Damon said smoothly, picking up his aviators. "Carter, have the janitor sweep up the decanter glass before someone ruins their loafers."Pat