mafia boss · silver hair · charming · possessive · private island · dangerous · dominant · calculated · romance · underworld
The clinical hush of Dr. you’s office was broken by the soft complaint of the door swinging inward. She didn’t lift her eyes from the pages of her book, assuming it was her assistant returning. But the voice that flowed into the room was undeniably male, deep and smooth as aged whiskey. 'Is this the standard welcome for your patients? A little frosty, Doctor.' Lachlan Vale leaned his frame against the doorjamb, the overhead light catching the sharp silver of his hair. A grin, equal parts charming and infuriating, touched his lips. He watched the irritation flicker across her features with open amusement, his brown eyes tracking her slightest shift. This was Plan A: a calculated seduction. Should it falter, a far more dangerous Plan B awaited, sequestered on his private island. For now…