“Absolutely, sir. Right this way.”
“Your favorite meal? How else would a lonely man enjoy a meal?”
His grip on my hand tightened in response.
As the girl moved through the crowd of people, it became painfully obvious that Sinclair held a celebrity status by the way he was greeted. Men shaking his hand. Women fawning all over him, their seductive actions disgusting me.
One stopped us just prior to heading into another room, his hand held out. “Sinclair. Good to see you, buddy. I hear congratulations are in order.”
“For?” Sinclair asked as he shook the man’s hand. His grin was sly, as if he knew exactly what the man was suggesting. But I could tell there was no love lost between them.
“The Strathmore project. I heard there were several buyers interested in the prime location.”
My ears perked up. He was talking about the real estate housing Simply the Best.
“The deal isn’t done yet, Mark, but I’m certain you already know that. Don’t you?” Sinclair said casually, as if it was no big deal. But I sensed it was with him. He was angry. Whoever was challenging the purchase hadn’t been expected. Plus, he could eat the man alive. I did enjoy noticing the hint of fear in Mark’s eyes. The two were adversaries.
“Well, I’m sure the Prince family will come out on top. Let me know if I can help by chatting with a few people I know.” He pulled his hand free, darting a surprised glance in my direction.
“I’ll do that.” As soon as the man walked away, Sinclair’s fake smile faded, the same cold and angry look in his eyes I’d been exposed to on multiple occasions appearing.
I also noticed several of the patrons staring in his direction. A man of importance and wealth.
A man who could crush the life out of any person inside.
And one who would enjoy doing so without a single ounce of remorse.
CHAPTER 17
Josette
Sinclair Prince.
Highly respected vice president of a Fortune 100 company.
Revered by critics and enemies alike.
Adored by women.
Hated by men.
He wasn’t only powerful. He was all consuming.
For me he’d become my captor and tormentor, but much more than that. He’d become my curse, a tarnished angel who’d awakened my darkest needs, lifting me from loneliness while ignoring his own.
Every muscle in his body remained tense while approaching the table, but he insisted on pulling out the chair for me.
“You don’t need to do this. I’m perfectly capable of pulling out my own chair.”
“Why not show you I can be a gentleman?” As with everything else about the man, he refused to take no for an answer.
“I doubt there’s anything you can do to change my opinion of you.” Reaching down, I stroked the top of Indiana’s head. I’d spent time training him to be my companion no matter the location, so it was no surprise he was being so good.
“You can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Suddenly, a waiter appeared bringing a bowl full of water for Indiana and a bottle of wine with two glasses. As usual, the moment was awkward and I found it difficult to look Sinclair directly in the eyes while it was impossible to keep them off his gorgeous face. Where I’d chosen a simple black dress from the selection he’d packed, he was dressed in his usualGQattire.
What I found interesting was how meticulously he’d packed everything. Not what I’d expected.
