His Safe Heaven
She had almost forgotten the dangerous, erratic pulse of electricity that had sparked between them in the elevator.
Almost.
On the evening of the annual Horizon Gala, the penthouse was dead silent. Vennessa stood in her bedroom, putting the finishing touches on her attire. Since the gala was a high-society black-tie event dedicated to Hayes Enterprises’ philanthropic sectors, she had chosen a striking, floor-length gown of midnight-blue silk. It featured an elegant, asymmetrical neckline and a daring slit up the left leg. Her dark hair was styled in soft, cascading waves over one shoulder, and her father’s heavy silver watch—the only antique she refused to let Evelyn store away—sat promine
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