His Wall (When He Broke, #3)

I've been Julian Cross's assistant for five months, and tonight I'm pinned against his office desk with his mouth on my neck.

I met him the first morning I walked into the Vanguard with a fake résumé and a name that wasn't mine.

He doesn't know my name is Leah, and that there's a gun at my hip under this dress.

The FBI sent me into his office to prove he's laundering money for the man who tried to destroy his firm.

One night, he caught me behind his desk with my hand near his laptop.

He made three strides toward me, spun me around onto the desk, his hand sliding up my thigh, about to feel the holster, his mouth on my neck as he growled,

"What do you think you're doing, Claire?"