Charles Remington looked every bit the powerful man in his black suit. His gaze dropped to the bag Tessa clutched against her chest. Whatever flicker of surprise he had vanished fast, replaced by something darker.

“Tessa?” His voice was soft, almost gentle, and dangerous. “What were you doing in my private office?”

Tessa stepped back on shaking legs, trying to keep herself steady. There was no way out.

Her whole body trembled, and Remington noticed. A thin smile tugged at his ...