and stone steps of the Metropolitan Museum of Art as dozens

door, Alexis stepped out in silver heels and the emerald-green backless silk couture gown

, replaced by a custom black ebony cane held in his right hand. As his cold dark eyes swept the crowd, the chatt

hall, where hundreds of Wall Street tycoons and corporate heirs held champagne flutes. Near the champagne tower, three socialites covered their mouth

without breaking strid

chat. Would you like me to repeat

amora was talking with several fund partners when he turned and saw Alexis on Austyn's

he major media here tonight, how dare you han

ng to watch the drama unfold. Alexis didn

rding. By what right are y

e so half the hall could hear. "Everyone judge for yourselves-my

smile flashed across Colby's face as several

th his black ebony cane, the sharp th

rved his thin lips

ket before she tilted her chin up smoothly. Just then, the orchestra began a slow waltz. Austyn guided her onto the dance floor, his warm palm resting agai

me in three years. As the final note faded, Austyn suddenly tightened his arm, dipped her backwar

yn pulled back half an inch, his warm breath brushing her flushed cheek. Alexis stra

ross the floor. "Tonight she is my only invited companion, and Sharpe Capital's so

stamped with the Sharpe offshore fund seal directly in front of the financial repo

e Davenport family side wit

footage of you fooling around with Bobbye at the Long Island private club three days ago onto the stone walls of the Met? And one more thing-th

rd the exit, knocking over a whole rack of champagne flutes on his way out. Across the hall, several members of the Sharpe family