Keira leaned against the stone balustrade of the terrace, the cool night air providing blessed relief against her flushed skin. The distant sounds of the gala floated through the open French doors behind her, the orchestra starting another waltz. She closed her eyes, willing her heart to settle.

What had just happened? "Pull yourself together," she muttered, pressing her palms against her cheeks. "It's Alexei, for God's sake."

Alexei, her boss. Alexei, who had women falling at his feet. ...