Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Ami Cleveland's eyes snapped open.

The ceiling of the presidential suite spun in slow, sickening circles.

A vicious headache pounded behind her temples. She pressed the heels of her hands hard against her forehead, groaning as the pain pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

She took a shallow breath, and her stomach dropped. The expensive silk sheets beneath her smelled like cold, sharp men's cologne. It was a scent of cedar and expensive tobacco, and it did not belong to her.

A wave of pure panic crashed into her chest. She threw back the heavy duvet and looked down. She was completely naked.

Her breath caught in her throat. She scrambled backward against the headboard, her hands shaking as she pulled the thick blanket up, clutching it tightly against her bare chest.

Her wide eyes darted around the dim room. She tried to force her brain to work, trying to piece together the scattered fragments of last night's celebration party. Everything was a blur of champagne glasses and flashing lights. She vaguely remembered sneaking into this particular celebration because she had heard a rumor that Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan, was staying in the presidential suite of this exact hotel. He was the only hope left to save her family.

Then, she saw it. Her custom-made evening gown, the one that cost more than most people made in a year, was torn down the side. It lay discarded on the dark velvet sofa across the room like a piece of trash.

Her legs felt weak, trembling from the wildness of a night she couldn't even remember. She pushed herself off the bed, her bare feet hitting the freezing dark marble floor. The cold shot up her spine.

She walked over and bent down to pick up the ruined dress. As she lifted the heavy fabric, a solid metal object slipped from the folds and hit the marble with a sharp clink.

Ami froze. She looked down. It was a custom platinum cufflink, heavy and expensive, engraved with a complex family crest. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she had no time to study it.

The sudden, harsh vibration of her phone on the nightstand shattered the dead silence of the room.

She jumped, dropping the dress. She rushed to the bed and grabbed the phone. The screen flashed with the name Sterling-her mother Else Odom's chief legal counsel.

She pressed the answer button, her fingers slick with cold sweat.

"Ami, where are you?" Sterling's voice was frantic, breathless. "The FBI is at the headquarters. They are freezing all the company accounts. Everything is gone."

Ami's face went completely white. The blood drained from her head so fast she swayed on her feet. The brutal reality of her family's impending bankruptcy ripped her out of the panic of losing her virginity to a stranger.

"I... I'll fix this," she whispered, her throat tight.

She hung up the phone. Her hands moved on autopilot. She grabbed the platinum cufflink