He stepped into the doorway and smiled like a man who owned the room.

“And if it isn’t the hottest woman in Manhattan,” Matthew drawled, licking his lips as he set his briefcase down on the settee. His suit jacket slid off his shoulders in one swift motion, tossed carelessly onto the armrest as though the very air bent to accommodate him.

Before I could move, he was at my side. His hands were fast—too fast—and he undid the knot of my robe so abruptly that the towel wrapped around my ...