The Playbook for Heartbreak
His towering frame blocked out the chandelier light, casting a broad, dark shadow across the white linen and Julian's face.
He looked down at Julian with pure, unadulterated contempt.
"Eve Brooks has more intelligence in her pinky finger than your entire venture capital firm has in its boardrooms," Terry rumbled, his voice echoing off the dark mahogany walls with unshakeable authority. "And if you ever dismiss her mind or step into her space again, I won't just break the deal, Ren. I'll make sure you never walk into this arena again."
Terry turned to Eve. The dark, lethal fury in his grey eyes melted instantly, replaced by a deep, fierce, and unscripted warmth.