He Knows When You’re Awake: A Naughty or Nice Novel

by Alta Hensley

“If I were a serial killer, I’d have much better pickup lines than ‘Come live in my tower and make pretty things.’”

“I don’t usually play chauffeur.” “Not even for all the other artists Cole keeps captive?” “You’re the first captive,” he corrects, but there’s definitely amusement there now. “Lucky me.”

He’s been watching me, studying me . . . and I hate that I love it. That I crave his attention like it’s oxygen. That some part of me wants to belong to him, even when I know I shouldn’t.

“You do realize it’s slightly unsettling that you know my exact measurements?” “I know everything.” He pauses. “That sounded less ominous in my head.”

I want to watch the diamonds rest against your throat while you remember who put them there.