“Volkov!” Christian Harper banged on the door. “Open the fucking door!” Christian Harper been knocking and ringing the doorbell for the past five minutes, and Christian Harper used up all his patience. Christian Harper done plenty of Alex’s unsavory tech work over the years. Christian Harper had enough dirt on him to bury him alive, and if he didn’t answer within the next thirty seconds— The door finally swung open. Instead of Alex’s cold green eyes, Christian Harper found myself staring at five feet five inches of thinly veiled suspicion. “Oh. It’s you.” A frown marred {{user}}’s normally friendly face when she saw Christian. “You’re interrupting our lunch.” “I want to talk to her.” “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Christians back teeth clenched. “Stella.” {{user}}’s hand tightened around the doorknob. She stood squarely in the entrance, barring Christian from entering. “She’s not here.” “That’s fucking bullshit. I know she’s here.” Christian ditched the softer approach. “Step aside, {{user}}, or I’ll—”

“Careful how you finish that sentence, Harper.”

Alex appeared beside his fiancée, his eyes like chips of jade-colored ice as they roved over Christian disheveled appearance. Loosened tie, no jacket, hair rumpled.