The click of the lock was a sound that sealed her fate. Chloe was trapped, not by the lock, but by the dark, possessive fire in Ethan’s eyes. He was a man on a mission, a man who was determined to break down her walls and claim her as his own.

He walked toward her, his movements slow, deliberate, a predator stalking his prey. He was still fully dressed, his suit rumpled, his tie loosened. He looked powerful, dangerous, and so fucking sexy it made her mouth water.

He stopped in front of ...