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When Quinn’s boyfriend breaks up with her, she was left with red-rimmed eyes and a heavy heart. The last person she wants to see her crying is her enigmatic boss, Max. Then she hears him speak fluent French and is surprised. After working with him for a year, she thought she knew everything about him.
But what Quinn uncovers next is even more shocking. As whispers of danger loom in the shadows, she discovers that Max is not only a cultured gallery curator but also a man with ties to the French mafia, living a life concealed beneath layers of deception and secrecy. When an unexpected attack thrusts her into a whirlwind of chaos, Max reveals his true nature—a protector willing to risk everything for her.
A lightning-fast marriage binds them together. Will Quinn uncover the layers of Max's complex life, or will the very lies that brought them together tear them apart?
They stepped into the elevator car and he looked down at her. She was immediately captivated. He had eyes like sapphires—big, beautiful gems that watched her every move. Instinctively, she knew this moment changed their relationship. An awareness reflected back. No longer boss and employee, but something more. Something she wasn’t sure she was ready for but couldn’t deny. His gaze settled on her mouth, and he slowly lowered his face toward her. She waited, breath held, anticipation tingling over every nerve. Lower, closer, she felt his breath on her lips.
Then the private elevator came to a smooth stop and the door opened. For a moment, she was disoriented. A man waited by the door and he gave Max a head bow like he was a subordinate, but Quinn had never seen the man before. Max punched in a code and then had his iris scanned, which immediately opened the door. Confusion filled her as he carried her through the foyer and into a spacious den before placing her on the sofa.
“Who’s that man out there?” she asked.
“This building provides around-the-clock security,” he answered, but did not elaborate. Somehow that didn’t seem to make sense, but her head was too fuzzy to think clearly.
“I’ll get you a put into the system tomorrow so you’ll have access,” he told her as he headed to the bar and poured himself two fingers of something amber colored from the decanter. Whiskey? Bourbon? Guess it didn’t really matter.
“Is that necessary?”
He tossed back the amber alcohol and sat the tumbler down with a sharp click. “You know it is.”
“What do you—”
“Don’t play dumb.”
She gave a small nod.
“Good,” he said. “Like I said, I’ll get you added to security so you have access.”
“You don’t use keys?”
“Keys are for normal people, and I’m anything but.”
