Serena Vale stood at the edge of the sleek rooftop bar, the warm night breeze teasing the hem of her short black dress. The city lights sparkled far below like scattered diamonds, but her mind wasn’t on the view. It had been a long, suffocating week of boardrooms and fake smiles, and tonight she wanted something real. Something dangerous.

She sipped her martini slowly, the cool glass pressed against her lower lip, when she felt it — that heavy, unmistakable weight of someone watching her.

He was standing a few feet away, leaning against the glass railing with casual power. Tall. Broad shoulders filling out a perfectly tailored black shirt....