She was relieved to be out of the elements. The arctic temperatures in Las Vegas were nearly unbearable. Ian flipped the light on. At her first sight of his penthouse suite, Sara inhaled deeply. They were standing in a marble foyer, the floor gleaming underneath the chandelier lights. Looking past him, she saw a sliding glass door that opened to a large balcony. She was willing to bet Ian had one of the best possible views of Las Vegas. Her eyes moved to his, temporarily distracted by the sheer extravagance. “This is yours?” She asked incredulously, gesturing about the elegant room. “You live here?” He stared back at her, his expression bland. Ian was cool and confident, his green eyes full of secrets that would never be shared. Everything about him spoke of power and control. Sara respected that. It wasn't often she came in contact with a male more controlled than she was. Her stomach fluttered at the thought, her body tingling in awareness of his.
