Chapter 4

In the rainy London night, a black Rolls-Royce pulled smoothly into the underground private garage of One Hyde Park.

A private elevator led straight to the Penthouse.

The doors slid open to reveal dark marble floors stretching toward floor-to-ceiling glass, overlooking the rain-slicked London skyline. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and amber resin.

Vivian stood in the center of the hall, slipping off her wet forest-green blazer and tossing it onto the leather sofa, revealing her sleek black silk shirt beneath.

Christian shed his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his collar, exposing a hint of bronze collarbone. He walked over…