MARION

I left the top floor of Whitfield Global with Demetria in mind. Not even the pending Santa Barbara deal, not the casino expansion, not the stack of proposals sitting on my desk.

Just her.

It’s almost lunchtime. Perfect timing to steal her away from her bakery for an hour, or hell, the entire day if I felt like it. I was going to surprise her… and remind her who she belonged to. I also needed to tell her she’d be by my side tonight at the club. She hadn't seen that side of my ...