Maneater (The Mavens, #1)

by Morgan Elizabeth

The first time I met Josie, I was enamored. The second time, I was annoyed. This is the twenty-second time I’ve bumped into her.

I realize I could handle this. I could handle the wild version of her—the flirt, the chaos—so long as at the end of the day, it’s my eyes she searches for in a room.

Fuck it. Fuck this game we’re playing. Fuck keeping my distance. Fuck whatever secret she’s hiding away. God, right now? Fuck this job if it means I lose the first woman who has made me feel this wild and untamed.

I’m so fucking lost for you that I’m stalking you, scraping through soundless camera feeds for the smallest snippet of you.”

“You do whatever you have to do to make yourself feel pretty, but you’d better be doing it for you, not me. Surely not for any of those assholes. I don’t care what you’re wearing or how your hair looks, so long as you’re happy and you’re mine. Got it?”