Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

His eyes popped open, and I was greeted by the darkest green irises I’d ever seen, framed by inky black lashes.

natural blond highlighting strands of his brown hair, perfect bronze skin, and those spectacular eyes.

There was something vaguely familiar about his hazel eyes and impeccably neat golden-brown hair.

For a second our gazes locked and he ground to an immediate halt. Color drained from his golden skin like he’d just seen a ghost, and then he shook it off, a smile breaking through whatever had shocked him as he approached and took the vacant seat on my other side.

“Breathe with me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his husky voice close to my ear. “In and out, regulate your breathing. No one will hurt you. I promise. I will destroy anyone who tries.”

“Get your ass over there, new girl. If you hurt Brodie Keller, we’re going to hurt you.”

As long as I never forgot that I was nothing more than a conquest to him—he didn’t care about a deluded weirdo who formed inappropriate attachments to fill the gaping voids in her soul.

Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.

I really, really needed to have a serious chat with him before I slipped and fell onto his dick.

Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.

Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.