I stepped into the elevator and hit the button for my floor. I exited on my floor and let myself into my apartment, crossing the spacious living room to dump my purse on one of the kitchen bar stools.As the doors slid shut, I sagged into the handrail. The view of Manhattan showcased through my living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows failed to stir me. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t with Gideon. My best friend had decided to try juggling two relationships–one with a woman who accepted him the way he was and one with a man who hated that Cary was involved with someone else.I’d left Gideon alone because I couldn’t trust Graves’s motives. Gideon needed me now–as much as, if not more than, I needed him–yet I’d walked away.
My gaze drank him in, roaming avidly over his lean, broad-shouldered frame.
He wore black sweats and a well-loved Columbia sweatshirt, a combination that made him look like the twenty-eight-year-old man he was and not the billionaire mogul the rest of the world knew.
Whenever I made the mistake of paying attention, I’d find my right foot pushing hard into the floorboard, my body instinctively trying to hit the brakes. I was sticky with sweat from an intense Krav Maga class, and my mind was spinning with thoughts of what the man I loved had done. Just thinking of his name sent a heated flare of longing through my tightly strung body.
From the moment I first saw him–saw through his stunning and impossibly gorgeous exterior to the dark and dangerous man inside–I’d felt the pull that came from finding the other half of myself.
Through the windshield, I saw my roommate’s million-dollar smile flashing at me from the billboard on the side of a bus.
Cary Taylor’s lips had a come-hither curve and his long, lean frame was blocking the intersection. He lounged on his side, bare-chested and barefooted, his jeans unbuttoned to show both the waistband of his underwear and the sleek lines of his ripped abs.
Cary was my touchstone, my voice of reason, my favorite shoulder to lean on–and a brother to me in every way that mattered.
I hated the thought of having to hold back what Gideon had done for me.
We made our own rules and surrendered completely to the exquisite power of possession… Fearless to a fault, they sped and swerved through crowded streets with unnatural calm.