His Angel by Samantha Cole

the code before the police were alerted.
    "Crap!" She scrambled to enter the six-digit number, fumbling once and needing to start over, while Ian remained where he was, chuckling at her dilemma. When the alarm was silenced and the light turned green, she turned to him with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. What I was about to say is, you look wonderful too."
    He reached out to take her wrap and held it up for her, placing it over her shoulders when she turned around for him. Pivoting back to face him, she took in his heated gaze and thought if they didn't leave now they'd be heading straight to her bedroom. As if he had the same thought, he took a step backward and held out his arm for her to take. "Shall we?"
    Angie reset the alarm, locked the door before pulling it shut behind her and tucked her hand under his proffered arm.
    With the evening traffic being heavier than usual, the ride took closer to thirty-five minutes. As Ian drove his dark grey Audi RS 5 coupe, instead of his SUV, through the streets of Tampa she told him what she knew about the exhibit they were going to see when he asked her about it. The large collection on loan from France consisted of 18th century art worth about two-hundred-million dollars. While it centered on most forms of paintings, there were also numerous sculptures in many different mediums included. It'd taken the Tampa Museum of Art almost eight years to negotiate and plan for the exhibition which would remain in Florida for six months before returning to its home in the Louvre once again. Angie had spent a two-week class trip in Paris during the break before her final semester at art school and had seen the exhibit there. However, she always wanted a chance to see the beautiful works of art again to study them at her leisure and she was so excited she now had the chance. But, she thought, being on the arm of her handsome date was going to make the experience unforgettable.
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    When they pulled up to the front entrance to the museum the place was all decked out with lights, a red carpet and red-vested valets. Several photographers waited for a chance to get a picture of Tampa's own and visiting elite. The mayor, governor and several celebrities who lived in the area were expected to attend, as well as prominent business owners and other local well-known residents. Ian got out of his car, leaving his door open for the young man waiting to move it to a parking area, took his claim ticket and rounded the car. Another valet had helped Angie from the vehicle, so Ian took her hand and pulled her into his side. A few photographers called his name and he paused for half a second for them to take his and Angie's picture for the society pages. Although he hated the attention, he'd learned early on if he gave the vultures what they wanted for a brief moment they didn't hound him later. His brother and he had a very successful and reputable business in Trident Security and an even more successful club in The Covenant. They'd earned frequent invitations to elite functions as a result, although very few people outside of the private sex club knew the Sawyer brothers and their cousin, Mitch, owned it.
    Even less people new about their relationship with Charles 'Chuck' Sawyer, a billionaire from Charlotte, North Carolina. Their dad had worked his way from a small real estate business to a corporate empire, owning hotels, resorts, malls, apartment complexes, et cetera, throughout the Carolinas and Virginias. Chuck and his wife Marie, a plastic surgeon, had taken pains to make sure their children were raised with morals and strong work ethics. They tried their best to keep them out of the public spotlight which came with their father's money and the boys had to earn everything they were ever given. When they reached their teens, they all had to either get a job or volunteer at a non-profit organization of their choice. Chuck Sawyer had set up trust funds for each of his sons provided they either go into the