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material of his button-up shirt. He could sense the fear leaving her, replaced instead by something else. Something hot and potent.
    His blood mimicked hers, rushing and pulsing in response to the slender, feminine curves pressed entirely too close against him. The wolf inside him rose to the surface, but this time it had nothing to do with danger.
    Her gaze darted to his, and he saw the shock and awareness in her eyes. She felt it too—was aware of the sexual electric current between them.
    “Hilliard.” His name was husky on her lips, and it seemed to shock her back into their surroundings. She blinked once, hard, and then shoved away from him. “We need to get back to the office.”
    The pounding of his blood slowed and his wolf withdrew. Darrius let out a breath between his teeth and swore silently. What the hell?
    Good thing she’d shoved him away, or who knew what might’ve happened.
    “Yeah, we do. Climb in. I’m driving.” He knew she was shaken up still from nearly being run down, whether she’d admit it or not.
    Thankfully, Grace simply nodded, before climbing into the car.
     
     
    Grace steered her sports car into a tight spot on the steep downtown Seattle hill, ignoring the sign warning that there was no parking until after six. It was five thirty. She’d take her damn chances at being towed or ticketed.
    Slamming the door to her car, she jogged toward the entryway of the posh, shiny black building. She ignored the main elevator options and walked past the concierge to the elevator tucked away in a corner of the floor.
    The doors opened after she pressed the button, but that would be as far as she went without the appropriate key.
    Grace pressed the speaker button inside the lift and waited for someone to answer.
    “How may I help you?” The voice came through the speaker, crisp and a bit bored.
    “I’m here to see Ms. Feloray.”
    “Is she expecting you?”
    “Yes.” Not officially, but Jocelyn Feloray wouldn’t be surprised by her sudden presence.
    “And your name?”
    “Grace.”
    “Grace? Uh, one moment.” There was silence for nearly a minute, and then, “All right, stay where you and you’ll be brought up.”
    Grace didn’t bother to stop a derisive laugh, even though she knew he’d disconnected.
    The elevator doors whisked closed and the shaft eased upward in a slow, steady pace. It climbed the innards of the building until reaching the top floor.
    When the door slid open, Grace stepped outside into the hallway of the penthouse condo.
    “Grace?”
    She hadn’t seen the man practically hiding to the left of the elevator, and irritation pricked as she swung to address him.
    “Yes?”
    Jeez, he was young. Beautiful Abercrombie face and a chest to match. Had Jocelyn been trolling the community college for a new assistant?
    “I’m Ms. Feloray’s assistant.” His gaze slid over her. Quick. Appraising. A move he’d probably mastered at the local nightclubs and bars. “Come in, she’s expecting you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You look familiar. Have we met?” he asked lightly, his gaze intense as it searched hers.
    Really? Not so original with the pickup lines, if that’s what this was. Though she doubted she was anywhere near his type.
    “Trinity nightclub. Bathroom stall for, oh about, five minutes. Wow, I’m flattered you’d remember me.”
    He swung back around, disbelief and embarrassment reddening his face. “Labor Day Weekend? Wait, that was you?”
    Damn. She’d been spot-on about his type.
    “No.” She flashed him a hard smile. “Thanks for the escort in, but I can take it from here.”
    She moved past him, repulsed by his sleaze. Not to mention there was something else that was just off about him. She stepped out of the hallway and through the front door of the condo. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows revealed a view that must’ve cost millions. Beyond the handful of smaller buildings in front of them, white ferries glided across the choppy waves of Puget