Entangled with the Billionaire Investor

oom of the Viero estate. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above a sea of elegance-silk gowns, tuxedos, and fac

close to Ethan Viero-the elusive billionaire with rumored mafia ties. Her editor wanted dirt. She wanted jus

sa slipped a glass from one of them and scanned the crowd. Every person here had been vetted, wealthy, and

the opulence to sh

n she s

in the black suit and obsidian mask didn't walk-he prowled. The air around

invisible string, his

s parted, breath caught somewhe

slow enough to stretch her nerves thin. She knew who

said when he reached her, his voice

mask. "Neither are you. Ethan Viero

sed his lips. "I do when so

makes me i

rying to remember it," he said, leaning close

h

ng cool. "Maybe I just hav

strand of hair from her cheek,

ched as his finger

't part o

Instead, he was in front of her-tall, tempting, and far too intuitive.

id, lifting her glass to her lips. "Mayb

maybe we're exactly wh

he music shifted to a slow, sensual waltz. His touch was confident, warm, b

nce?" h

ke it

mask. "Good. I like liars.

hand firm at her waist, Tessa

come here hun

the one bein