Grayson
I'd face negotiations in the past worth millions without breaking a sweat.
But tonight? My pulse refused to calm.
The glass of scotch in my hand had gone warm. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window staring at the glittering light of Newport, wondering how a woman could thoroughly unbalance me after all these years.
“Elena,” I muttered under my breath, as if saying her name would dull the effect it had on me.
A buzz came through my intercom. “Mr Hale?” Bridget's voice filtered through. “The car is waiting downstairs. Adrian mentioned he'd meet you at the venue, but he couldn't reach you, so he called me.”
“Thank you,” I said, and headed out.
The ride was silent save for the hum of traffic. Even the city lights couldn't distract me from my thoughts. Adrian was right, I w
