Novels by Alyx.Blush

“I’d love to,” Evan answered Kat’s parents automatically later that evening.Much to her annoyance, he had rarely left her side. It was enough to spark rumors that the two were dating or at least in the process. Despite Kat's best efforts to separate from him, he always managed to return to her. No matter how many models she’d introduced him to, the man stuck to her like glue.“I’d be honored to take your daughter home.” He turned to the woman beside him. “Shall we?” He held out his arm.Kat grimaced in distaste. “Goodnight,” She said to the older couple before turning towards the exit.Evan caught her arm before she stumbled. He pulled her tightly against his side. “You really must try n

“What? When did I agree to this?” Kat gasped, watching in consternation as endless racks filled with dresses rolled her way. She had hoped to blend into the background, her presence tonight only that of a supportive daughter. Now she was being roped into filling in for a sick model.“Please, honey, we are short one model and the show’s about to start in less than an hour.” May pleaded urgently.“What about Cece or Minnie or Lisa? Can’t you ask one of them?” Her beautiful sisters were better suited than she.“I need a petite model, sweetie. You know I design for all shapes and sizes...your measurements are most similar to Justine’s.”Kat groaned. “But, Mom—“ She began.

Evan moved his lips over hers, coaxing them to open. His hands caressed her waist and back. He groaned when he felt her hands tighten on his forearms. She gave into temptation in that instant, opening her mouth to his intruding tongue. They clung to each other for what seemed like an eternity, learning each other’s taste. He trailed his lips down her neck, licking and kissing her soft skin. She moaned and held onto him, her fingers tangled in his thick hair. Evan breathed in her sweet scent, moving his hands to her buttoned shirt. He kissed the upper part of chest.“Wait! Stop!” She pulled his hair, forcing his head from her chest.Evan went for her lips. Kat bit his tongue not too gently. When he released her with a curse, she moved away quickly.“Ouch! What the hell was that for?&rdqu

“Who are you?” Evan asked the empty room. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind on the beautiful woman of this morning.“Who is who?” Kat asked, walking through the door. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she was wearing a black gym suit.“None of your business,” Evan told her. He assessed her attire and asked, “On your way to the gym?”Kat nodded. She went to her desk, opened her drawer and pulled out a stack of papers before shoving them into her backpack.“Wait,” Evan got up. “I’ve been here all day and I can’t seem to concentrate. How about I join you?”Kat merely shrugged but she waited for him by the door as he

"Kat!" Serena Moore pulled the covers back from her cousin's still form.Kat opened her eyes and glared at the older woman."What do you want?" She asked, turning onto her side and burrowing her face back under the blanket.Having spent most of the night cursing Evan Alston for his vile behavior, she had finally fallen to sleep a few hours before dawn.Needless to say, the interruption by her favorite relative wasn't welcomed."Come on, sleepy-head.Wake up," Serena patted Kat's bum lightly."It's nearing ten o'clock,""So what?It's Saturday—my day off!" Kat whined."You're having brunch with Princess Penelope, remember?" Serena pulled the sheets completely off the bed.

She had revealed too much of herself already.The man was still a stranger, sure to remain a mere acquaintance, at best.Kat didn't want to confess her insecurities to him, unsure of his true motives.She had no clue how trustworthy the man was...he was a criminal lawyer, after all. Besides that, he was her enemy, having usurped the position she coveted more than anything else. Why reveal her weaknesses to a man that could use them for his own benefit? “Are you trying to prove yourself? To your family? Former bullies?” “If I said yes, would you quit? Of course not! So why bother with the reason? We’re not inclined to be friends, Dean Alston. The sooner you’re in your own office, the better.” “Why? Does my presence interfere with your work?”