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the CN Tower
which was one of the world’s most awesome tallest standing structures.
    “Andre, this is… .gorgeous . You own
this suite?”
    “The building, my dear. The entire building,” he said in a
matter-of-fact tone as he shuffled through mail that lay on his table. He
seemed to be focused on what he was sifting through more than Hannah’s reaction
to his home.
    Hannah glanced with amazement at the beautiful art on the
wall and the open space of the condo with its gold marble floor and gold
fixtures everywhere. It looked more like a hotel lobby or an art gallery than a
private residence.
    She hugged herself again and walked around.
    “Room service will be up soon with our brunch and my
assistant will be bringing you a new wardrobe of clothes, so no need to worry.”
    “Andre?”
    “Yes,” he looked up briefly.
    “Why are you doing this? I mean, I…I can buy my own things.”
    He grinned. “Yes, but I didn’t ask you if you could or
couldn’t. I’m just doing what is necessary Hannah. You are my guest now.” He
continued to sift through the stack of mail on his desk. He singled one of them
out and ripped it open with his gold letter opener that was on his desk.
    Hannah’s jaw fell open. “A guest?” Andre didn’t seem to pay
her any mind. Her stomach squeezed. So that was it? The amazing sex on the
plane meant nothing to him? Hannah peered out the enormous tall ceiling to
floor window, her gut tightening in disgust. Who the hell did he think he was?
Coming on with the heat then turning on the cold? Shit, this was probably why
she was never in a relationship before. A real relationship. She just
couldn’t understand men. Or maybe, she just couldn’t understand Andre-fucking-sexy- Corskovi .
    Andre’s cell buzzed and he answered it. “Yes, Hans.” For a
while there was silence as he listened then he placed the phone down after
ending the call.
    “What is it?” Hannah asked, concerned.
    “We’ve confirmed the source of your secret wiretap.” His
pained expression was a stab at Hannah’s heart.
    “You have?”
    “Yes. It seems as if you have a jealous ex-lover who wants
you dead.”
    Hannah’s jaw dropped, she felt her heart stop.

 
 

Chapter 4

 
      “What?” Hannah’s face fell. Her heart
pounded hard against her rib cage. “Somebody wants me dead ?”
    “Yes,
someone whom you’ve had a relationship with,” Andre Corskovi asserted as he made his way over to Hannah. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
His eyes grew dark and dangerous. She wondered whom Andre was angry with? The
stalker? Or Hannah? Was he thinking that she was hiding something from him?
Lying to him about her past?
    “A
jealous ex? No. It can’t be,” Hannah shook her head and bit down on her lip,
her defenses fired up a notch. Yeah, like she ever had a real boyfriend before Andre—if
you could call him her boyfriend. She’d never really been intimate with anyone
before! Period.
    This
was so absurd on many levels.
    Sure
she’d had some casual group dates to the movies when she was younger. But this
was just crazy. Somebody was setting her up, playing a deadly game with her and
she wanted to know who it was and why.
    She
peered out at the beautiful panoramic view of the Toronto skyline through Andre’s
enormous ceiling-to-floor windows of his penthouse suite. Tears spilled down
her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her chest, nasal congestion resulted
from her tears. She hated sounding stuffy.   “You don’t understand, Andre,” Hannah sniffled, sounding more tearful
with her stuffed nose than she’d wanted to. “I haven’t had a serious relationship before you. This has to be some
mistake.” Her heart was palpitating in her chest and her palms moistened with
sweat.
    What
the hell was going on?
    The
last twenty-four hours from Vegas to Toronto had been one heck of a wild
experience. It was driving her insane. It was as if she were in some nightmare. From a jilted wedding, to losing her precious