For five months I have worked as Julian Cross's assistant, and he still believes the woman at his side is Claire.
I walked into the Vanguard with a résumé that was never mine, a gun at my hip, and a real name he has never heard.
The FBI placed me in his office to prove he is laundering money for the man who tried to destroy his firm.
One night he finds me behind his desk with my hand too close to his laptop.
He has me on the wood in an instant, his hand climbing my thigh toward the holster and his mouth at my throat as he uses the only name he knows.
