Carmine Pirelli always got what he wanted and he wanted Desiree.
He watched her as she greeted the steady flow of people as they descended upon the room where everything was set up for them to watch the presentation. It was the annual TV Fall launch and everyone who was anyone in the business was there. The red dress flattered her figure and flawless ebony skin.
He knew the attraction was mutual but she was married. Well, he’d taken care of her husband. Blackmail was a nasty business but it gave him what he wanted. Desiree belonged to him now.