Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray’s mouth was flat and hard. “Bring her up to my office.”
And with that, he walked away to the private elevators.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, “Happy now?”
She looked almost smug when she said, “Getting there.” She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

Autore: Lori Foster