The chill emanating from him seemed to make the very air freeze.
He didn't like other women touching him. Aiden Shaw took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a drawer. His slender, well-defined fingers pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it. The crimson tip glowed and faded between his fingers.
"What makes you think I would let Yardley Company off the hook?"
Laura Lowell was Aiden Shaw's breaking point. When he'd kicked down the door that day and seen her terrified expression, his heart had ached for her.
Even killing Vivian Yardley wouldn't be enough to quell his anger now.
Looking agitated, Vivian Yardley yanked open the top two buttons of his shirt. "I'll take full responsibility for my own actions. Take your anger out on me, but please, don't drag the company into this."
The rising smoke veiled the cold, ruthless glint in Aiden Shaw's eyes. He leaned forward and tapped his ash into a nearby ashtray.
