He didn’t get a chance to finish before I slammed into a brick wall. I stumbled and instinctively reached up to steady myself. Soft wool and masculine heat touched my fingers. Not a wall, my dazed mind noted. My eyes traveled up past the peaked lapels of a black suit, the open collar of a crisp white shirt, and the tanned column of a strong, masculine throat before they rested on a beautifully carved face, shadowed with disapproval. “Ms. Alonso.” Christian’s cool voice sent goose bumps skittering across my skin.
