Chapter 70

The elevator stopped on the 30th floor. Grace put the mask over her face and walked toward the presidential suite—the door was already open. A dim, amber light lit the room. Adrian was sitting on the seven-foot-wide bed, his slender hands holding an open book. His legs were crossed. The sharp lines of his tailored dress pants gave him an air of authority. His custom-made white shirt was partly unbuttoned, revealing his collarbones and Adam's apple. The image was dangerously tempting. Grace locked the door behind her, walked over, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him down onto the bed. The book in his hand fell to the floor. Adrian was pinned to the bed, and below those cold, angular brows, his thin lips looked utterly seductive. "Have you waited for long?" She leaned in and kissed his lips. Her hand slipped into his shirt, feeling each distinct line of his abs. Just as she reached for his belt, he suddenly flipped her over and caged her beneath him. Under his restrained calmne