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“Disobedience implies that there’s authority. Right now, you’re not my boss.” “What am I?”
“If I say it out loud, you’ll probably fire me.”
“Rest your voice, Miss Jones.” “I’ll think about it.” His eyes twinkle with amusement. Mine start to fall closed. The air conditioner is at the perfect temperature and the road is long and dark. Silence fills the car. I’m abs...
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No, sleep is for the weak. I fight to kee...
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Eyes bleary, I nuzzle closer to the rock, wondering why I chose such an uncomfortable pillow. I thought Alistair was rich. Can’t he afford to have more cushion in his car seats? “Miss Jones,” Alistair rumbles, sounding closer than I thought, “you’re home.”
“I’m so sorry,” I tell Alistair, panic sucking the oxygen out of my lungs. “I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.” His jaw muscles work like they’re playing jump rope. I narrow my eyes at him. My voice rises in accusation. “Why didn’t you shove my head off?” “Let’s go.” He thrusts the door open, grabs the humidifier and marches out.
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” “To your place.”
“This is heavy.” He lifts the box in his arms. His tone is dry. Like I’m the annoying one who should see the obvious. “It’s fine.” I try to loop my arm around the box to take it from him. He holds on stubbornly. “Alistair.” “Jones.” He gives me a dark glare.
My body smashes into his, separated only by the box and a few layers of clothing. His eyes bore into mine, weaving a golden spell. Sunshine. He’s the darkness, but his eyes are the sun. And he’s staring down at me with a gaze so hot I might get sunburn. Does he know? Is he doing that on purpose? Or is my sleep-deprived mind conjuring things?
My tongue darts out to skate across my bottom lip. His eyes sharpen. Like a predator. “You should know that I only become more determined when I meet resistance.” “Oh.”
I have the sudden urge to knock that humidifier to the ground and plaster myself all over him. But that’s not okay. None of this is okay. I step back before I can give into the urge. “Uh…” I touch my neck. My wrist. My purse. My gaze skates across the sidewalk. I point over my shoulder. “This way.” Arguing with him is pointless. The faster I get to Sunny’s
“Felice?” “Kenya.”
“What are you doing here?” I’m so shocked I can’t do anything but stare at her. “I’m here to talk to you.” Her lips are tight. Her brows furrowed. This won’t be a pleasant conversation. “If it’s about Sasha—” “It is about Sasha.” She frowns. Her tone. I don’t like it at all. “I came to—” Her eyes dart up and she seems to register Alistair’s presence for the first time. “Who is this?” “No one.” “Holland Alistair, ma’am,” he says at the same time. I frown at him. “Alistair?”
“Where have I heard that before?” “It doesn’t matter.” I wave her attention away from him. “You can google it later.”
Alistair flashes a charming smile. He. Freaking. Smiles? I thought his model of robot didn’t come with that feature.
“And honestly, I’m exhausted. So it’s nice to see you, but we’ll need to find another time to meet.” “How about tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” “Sasha and Drake are having an engagement brunch. It’s not the real engagement party yet. Just a small family gathering.”
Is she inviting me to brunch with Sasha and my disgusting ex-boyfriend? As a guest? “Felice, I’m not interested.” “Why not?”
“I know that you and Sasha have your problems right now but—” “Problems? Yeah, we’ve got problems, Felice.” “Kenya.”
“She slept with my boyfriend behind my back and then, two weeks later, I find out they’re getting married!”
Felice’s eyes dart to Alistair. She seems extremely bothered that I’m airing our dirty family laundry. I guess telling outsiders the truth is more scandalous than the fact that my si...
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“you know how fragile your sister is. Your inability to be the bigger person is a serious threat to her health and happiness. Now, clearly there were some misunderstandings, but...
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“There was no misunderstanding, Felice. I saw them together with my own eyes. Apparently, Sasha likes being on top.” “Kenya!”
“You’re clearly not ready to have a civil conversation. Perhaps it would be better for you to skip brunch. We’ll talk again soon.”
“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Alistair. Hopefully, we can meet again. I know my husband would love to chat with you. He’s retired and, in his free time, he likes to pretend that he’s ...
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“Give the box to me.” “No.” “Did I not speak English?” “You’re speaking just fine.”
“You’ve done your duty. You walked me home. What are you sticking around for?”
“Why? Why are you so determined to make my life difficult?” “Kenya.”
exhausted and emotionally overwrought. He can’t see me like this. This isn’t who I am. Alistair sets the box on the ground. The next thing I know, his powerful arms are around me. I stiffen in shock. “It’s okay,” he says, soothing my hair.
fingers scramble for purchase over his suit and I curl into him before I really know what I’m doing. “It’s okay, Kenya,” he says again. I tilt my face up.
personality. “Get some sleep. Don’t think about anything else,” he whispers. And I try.
But because I’m imagining my boss’s arms wrapping around me. He’s laying a hot, scorching kiss on my lips. Without a shirt on. Or pants.
‘Kenya Jones. Belle’s Beauty sales manager’.
“You’re screwing with me,” I whisper.
“Mr. Alistair was watching you closely over the past few weeks to see how you’d perform. All the challenges he threw your way were tests to prepare you for this position.”
Can you handle it?” “You know I like a challenge.” “I do.” His eyes simmer with an unspoken promise.
“Do you need a ride to the gathering this evening?” Flames burn my cheeks. “Uh…”
“Perhaps it would be prudent for me to call Miss Jones a cab instead,” Ezekiel says primly.
Alistair gives him a blist...
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Is it just me or does Alistair look like he’s… sulking?
cheeks burn. Does he know of the dreams? The ones where I’m crawling over my naked boss?
“He’s fond of you. And he’s making it more obvious now than before.”
“Fond of me?” What does ‘fond’ mean? He’s attracted to me? He wants to be with me? He just wants to take me to bed? “You’ve earned his respect. That’s very impressive.”
but I assure you that no one can steal his heart because he doesn’t have one.”
“That’s the thing, Miss Jones. He does.” A worried look crosses his face. “And I’m afraid it’s already in your possession.”
Ahhh😍😍⭐
She’s risking her job just to scold me for not saying ‘thanks’? I don’t know whether I should admire her or lecture her.
“What’s so funny?” “Gah!” My head whips up from the computer.
“You normally knock.” “I did knock. Several times. I even called out to you. You didn’t seem to hear me.”
“You smiled because of an email? From whom?” “No one,” I snap. “It must be Miss Jones then. Since you’re so defensive.”
“Heather.”
whisper. “Here at Fine Industries, we value results over everything.” I stop, my eyes cold. “Almost everything. But see, no matter how much money someone makes for the company, it can’t hide the stench of bad character. People like that don’t usually stick around for long.” Her eyelashes flutter. “S-sir?”
