Victoria Lang had dominated the tech investment scene for years, but Marcus Steele was the one rival who constantly got under her skin. Arrogant, cutthroat, and unfairly gorgeous, the CEO of Steele Ventures had undercut her deals, poached her talent, and smirked at her across conference tables more times than she could count.
At thirty-two, with sharp cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and a body built from ruthless early-morning workouts, he exuded the kind of dangerous confidence that made her want to slap him… or ride him until he begged.
The annual Corporate Summit in downtown Chicago was no exception. Victoria had just finished a killer presentation when Marcus cornered her near the elevators, his designer suit tailored perfectly to his tall, powerful frame.
“Impressive slides, Lang,”
