Tasked with protecting Mia Casteel, he’s drawn to her fiery spirit despite his duty. Her father’s secrets and his growing obsession create a conflict between duty and desire. As Mia pushes his boundaries, he struggles to keep his promise to keep her safe—even from himself. What will he choose?
“Have a little more faith in me,” he begs, his eyes landing on me. “Well, are you going to bust my balls, too? Come on, I can take it.” “You better be careful, or somebody would say you have a fetish for getting your balls busted.” Posey bursts out laughing and high-fives me before the…
Something with a good beat, too. She’s at the stove, stirring something that smells like onions and garlic. My stomach growls. Just call me Pavlov’s dog. One of the things I learned about in Mia’s psych class. And when I start salivating, it’s not because of the aroma, more the sight of her ass swinging…
It’s all about control. That’s all he knows. Mia doesn’t understand him the way I do. He didn’t come from some wealthy family any more than she or I did. The Morelli family was low-level back when he was a kid, existing on the fringes of the more powerful players. Morelli’s old man had a…
Maybe one day you will.” I swivel around, looking over at Mia chatting with the other girls. She looks at me, and something passes over her face, something I don’t recognize. When she’s not stripping down and throwing herself at me, she looks at me like I’m barely a bug she can crush under her…
I’ve always wanted to try. “Do you have room for another?” she asks, pointing at the nearest empty desk. “Sure!” Posey reaches over to the desk and pulls it closer while introducing herself. I wish I had her confidence. I guess it comes from growing up privileged and believing the whole world will move out…
There are people all around us, and I can feel their eyes on me. They know I’m a fake. I’m not one of them. A flush creeps up my neck, and I feel sweaty all of a sudden. “Let me call my dad. Maybe he put a hold on it or something.” I step out…
She’s a tall, slender brunette whose contour game is better than mine will ever be. Erica and Bri are pretty with their shiny blond hair and blue eyes, but Posey’s the standout. Erica laughs. “Yeah, because some of these guys are way too obvious.” “They lurk around, trying to pick off the girls who are…
What’s so dangerous about that?” I wave a hand, indicating her excuse for a dress. “Right, and you had to go to that party looking like that?” “What’s wrong with this? Other girls were wearing dresses.” Yeah, but I saw those other girls. They were nowhere near her league, and I’m not thinking that because…
I ‘m still so embarrassed after the scene Zeke made Saturday night; I don’t know how I’m going to show my face in class. And he doesn’t care. That’s the worst part. If anything, he was proud of himself for humiliating me. He wouldn’t tell me how he found me, either. I can only guess…
These kids are rich, and they’ve never known anything but privilege. I’m starting to finally loosen up and feel comfortable in their world, but I can’t fool myself into thinking we’re the same. We never will be because being able to easily get out of trouble is in their DNA. I can’t count how many…