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There aren’t many ways to play off a disaster of these proportions. I decide to do the only respectable thing and run like hell. Before he can say anything else, I’m out the door and down the hall. And we’re talking full out run, not that little sissy girl run. I mean full out, an axe murderer is going to chop me up, run.
I hear his voice behind me, calling me to come back. Thank God I didn’t put my name in my books, yet. I have enough problems without shit like this happening. Horrified, I think about how freaking weird I had to look standing there, mascara running, just staring at his thingy. I stared. What the hell is wrong with me? Who does stuff like that?
I shove through the door at the end of the hall and fly down the stairwell. I’m outside and into the parking lot before I slow down. Rasping for air, I round the side of the building and double over, struggling to breathe. I stand for a second before sliding my back down the wall and pulling my knees to my chest.
I bury my face and let the tears fall.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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First Edition: Feb. 2015
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
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CHAPTER 1
Sean towers above me, his toned body backlit by the chandelier hanging overhead. If he’d said anything else, I would have thought he was an angel in that moment. Repeating the phrase, he kneels down and whispers, “You shouldn’t have come.”
There’s not a drop of strength left in my body. I can’t fathom why Sean answered the door in the first place. Where’s Jeeves or whatever they call him? He’s Constance’s right arm. That guy was supposed to take me to the craziest Ferro of them all. That would have worked. I had to choose a side, and it’s clear that I didn’t pick Sean.
Even so, Sean moves closer, trailing his fingers along my temple, and smearing through the blood staining my skin. Those blue eyes pin me in place. I can’t move, or speak. I can’t tell him why I’m here or what I intended to do, although I suspect that he already knows. Those luscious lips of his are smooth and his jaw isn’t locked tight.
I must be delirious. Why isn’t he mad?
He whispers again, “Why do you do this to me? It’s like you decided to make my life a living hell from day one.”
That’s rich, I made his life hell. “Are we talking proximity or prostitution? Because I sure as hell never thought I’d be this close to a Ferro, or spread my legs for one, ever again.” I’m taunting him, pressing buttons that will set him off. I can’t help it, my defenses are up.
Sean makes a deep sound in the back of his throat and cocks his head to the side. “Irony.”
“Ain’t that the truth.”
“Stop speaking like a hillbilly. You know how lusty that makes me.” Sean’s lips twitch as if he’s trying not to laugh.
He should be mad, but he’s not. I don’t get it.
Holding up a finger, I wave it between us and then press it to his nose. Those cobalt eyes remain locked on mine, ignoring my touch. “Boop.”