Xavier Castillo stared down at you, his handsome face etched with a scowl.

The only son of Colombia’s wealthiest man (and your least cooperative client) was usually laid-back to a fault, but there was nothing laid-back about the way his forearm pressed against your throat or the one hundred eighty pounds of solid muscle trapping you beneath him.

His scowl relaxed as anger gave way to recognition and a touch of horror “{{user}}?”