Grace Charles smirked and licked his lips. A jolt of heat went through me, like lightning and desire. Eason shook his head and set a set of pages aside. "Anything your heart desires, darling. But to start," Charles continued, his voice growing warmer, "You can come home and go to bed properly."
I glanced at the envelope. "This doesn't look like cinnamon roll pancake vouchers." He snorted. "It's not, but I did consult her and Richard on the gift." I went still, smiling even as a bittersweet feeling hit me. I'd never be able to growl with Richard, now. He wouldn't see me the same way now
Grace Sunlight streamed through the windows of my bedroom, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. I stretched languidly. The memory of last night, the warmth of his hands all over me, sent shivers down my spine. It was a welcome respite, from all the stress, and left me feeling stra
A blush crept up my neck. "We-Well?" He took the tie from me and turned me to the mirror. The heat of his body warmed my back as he slipped the tie through my collar and started to tie it. "This is..." he hummed. "Doing quite a bit for me right now." His gaze trailed down my body in a way that
Grace His question irritated me, but I pushed it down. He was taking to me like that because he thought I didn't know, that I had no connections and no power. But that wasn't true, and I couldn't "I know that Counselor Brighthollow has every chance." He narrowed his eyes at me. "You're not g
The murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, and I was nervous. The hell? Six months to get us a seat? I was thinking maybe nine. "Deep breath, Grace, chill. Settle your stomach and nod when you're ready to continue," Eason said. I swallowed and nodded. "For your peace of mind, I want to
Grace The silence was deafening. The anger rose in me. Then, Eason's voice came through. "Deep breath. He's a plant. Answer the question plainly. Don't hold back." He chuckled. "Consider it a chance to declare war." My smile turned icy. "Lunar Remedies has no stake in my project." "Are you
A low murmur of worry resonated through the crowd. Then, I saw Jackson. Jackson stood there, his arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. His anger was palpable, a dark cloud amidst the crowd. Our eyes locked, and he seemed even more upset by the second. Memories of our last conversation flooded