Iris arrives late to a job interview, mocked by glamorous women—until the cold, powerful CEO, Jared, takes sudden interest in her. He hires her instantly and drags her into a world of danger, desire, and cruel mind-games. Jared dresses her up, tests her pride, and pulls her closer with every dark secret he hides. Iris can’t tell if he wants her… or wants to break her.
I’d gotten the impression Dean liked feeling like a big, important man, so I was really hamming it up. “I don’t think I could ever do a night dive,” I told him, shivering dramatically. “So scary!” “I could take you,” he told me, grinning. “Keep you safe from all the things that bite down there.”…
Jared clearly wasn’t as affected as I was. He dropped my hand and took a step back as he straightened his tie. “Let’s debrief on our way back to the office.” On trembling legs, I followed him into the car. He didn’t look at me as we went over the lunch, then talked about what…
Cole frowned. “You don’t think so?” “I’m just not sure how long I can keep this up,” I told him, and it was the truth. There was a reason I kept myself to myself. I’d learned from a very young age that I was on my own, and that was how I’d made myself into…
“Jared is being modest,” I said, patting him on the chest with my free hand. His arm slipped around my back to tug me closer. “What really happened was that I got myself locked in a supply closet, and he pried the door open with brute force. The rest, as they say, is history.” And…
A wicked smile curled my lips. “Name one.” “Cole.” “Doesn’t count. He’s your employee.” “Arlo Noble.” I blinked. That was Bonnie’s new boss. Not wanting to go down that route, I blew a raspberry and said, “You think billionaire buddies impress me? My best friend is married to Marcus Walsh.” He stared into my eyes,…
I blew out a breath. “Good. Thank you.” Cole nodded. “You ready for tonight?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” “And the girl?” I shrugged. “Clara prepared a packet for her. She was told to study it so she knows what to expect.” “Hopefully Monk will take to her, and we can close on this deal.”…
Iris’s POV The fundraiser was held at the New-York Historical Society, a gorgeous building made of white stone with a dramatic colonnade at the front. As I stepped out of the car, my gaze was drawn up the wide steps, past the dramatic entrance, and up to the row of windows on the second floor.…
The sharp rebuke from his mother made Jared’s arm stiffen next to me. I cleared my throat and gave the other man my best smile. “Congratulations on the wedding,” I interjected. The woman-Natasha, Mrs. Branson had named her-smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We’re thrilled,” she said, sounding anything but. “It sounds lovely. Have…
And that pissed me right off. Jared tipped his head to indicate that we should follow. I walked beside him and hissed, “You don’t think you could have warned me?” “About what?” About what? About what? Apparently, billionaires could suffer from extreme obtuseness. Glaring, I spoke through clenched teeth. “About the fact that tonight’s engagement…
I reared back. “No?” “No, you won’t be going home. You have work to do tonight.” I huffed. “Since when?” “Since you signed your name on that piece of paper, Ms. Little. You’re my companion. You will accompany me.” He turned his head toward Clara, who was standing silent a few steps away. “Joanne is…