His phone buzzed. A text from his business partner, Wesley Stratton. Emergency meeting tomorrow. Need to discuss the Henderson contract.

Wesley. Six feet tall, with a charming smile that could disarm a hostile board meeting. Marco had met him five years ago, his consulting firm circling the drain. Seeing a spark of potential, Marco had bailed him out, making him a partner and giving him a forty percent stake in the expanded business. He’d given the man a kingdom.

That evening, Marco arrived home to find Jenny in the kitchen, a black dress hugging her curves perfectly. Too perfectly for a quiet dinner at home.