Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
About the Author
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Backmatter
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Chapter One
Michael
A sighof relief is all I can manage when I finally unlock the door of the LA company loft. My flight was delayed by a whopping three hours, and it’s now 4 AM back home, or 1 AM here in LA. Whatever, I don’t care. All I know is that I’m exhausted and need to wake up for an early meeting and that it’s time to have that company jet conversation with Davey again.
I drop my bag next to the door and start stripping as I make my way to the bedroom in the gallery and crawl under the covers stark naked and ready to crash, only to be greeted by a soft and warm body that smells like jasmine blossoms.
“The fuck?” I jump out of bed with a shout, and the unexpected invader screams with a definitively female voice,thank God for small mercies, and flicks on the reading lamp embedded into the headboard.
Even in the dim light, I can make out the most striking hazel eyes staring at me in wide-eyed horror. I manage to tear my gaze away from them to see they belong to a gorgeous blonde wearing a white t-shirt from material so thin I can make out the shape of her breasts.
“Please don’t rape me.” Her voice comes out as a high-pitched squeak. She looks terrified, and I realize she’s staring straight at my cock, which decided this was the right moment to stand at attention as if it doesn’t see enough action, and a brief brush with an unwilling trespasser sporting a perfect B-cup is the most exciting thing to ever happen to it.
“Oh, shit.” I hurry to grab a pillow and cover myself. “I’m not going to rape you. What are you doing here?”
“Me?” Her shrill tone indicates she’s quickly entering freak out mode, her eyes darting around the room looking for an escape route. “I live here! What areyoudoing here? Who are you?”