When Molly meets her intimidating new boss, Beatrice, she’s judged by her last name and fancy connections—not her talent. But Molly’s no pushover. She loves her job with the Washington Wolves and won’t let anyone doubt her. A powerful project with Amazon lands in her lap, and now, she must prove she’s more than just a pretty face.
“And you weren’t,” he finished. What I thought about saying next was not what came out of my mouth. What I thought about saying was, Of course, I wasn’t exaggerating. But what came out of my mouth was, “Have you told your parents about the baby yet?” Jude froze. Hell, so did I. Maybe Atwood’s…
Claire: I’ll be there in ten minutes. How do you want to do this? I took a deep breath and went down to the kitchen, where I’d decided to do the FaceTime call on my laptop, so I could see their faces more clearly. Unconsciously, my hand drifted to the nonexistent bump of my belly.…
His cheeks reddened. “Forget I said that. “ Paige blinked rapidly. “Okay. Okay. I’m … who? Who? What happened? And when?” Logan’s chest expanded on a deep breath, and I could practically see him shift gears, see the helplessness written all over his face. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “I’m good. And Paige, I’m just…
“You look tired, baby,” she murmured. “Why don’t you go take a nap while you have some peace and quiet, okay?” I was tired. I was so, so fucking tired. The nerves had powered me through the entire day, and in one fifteen-minute phone call, I felt like every ounce of energy had been sucked…
In answer, I gripped her chin and took her mouth in a ferocious kiss. Our tongues tangled instantly, my head tilting so I could deepen it further. The familiarity of kissing her was a stark contrast to our first night, where the novelty of her was what made it so bloody sexy. And in that…
Feeding him something delicious when I felt like it. That was one of my new rules. Understanding lit his eyes with something steamy that I felt right between my thighs. Jude opened his mouth, and I set the scone in. Before I could retract my hand, he gripped my wrist and held it in place,…
Me: SOON. Go make out with Bauer or something. Claire: How are you feeling? Is Jude being nice? Me: Tired, but good. I puked in an Oxford trash can the other day, and you should’ve seen the faces of the people who passed me. One called me a “drunk American” under her breath. LOL. Me:…
Why can’t you be proud of the work we do and help us contribute in a way that means something? It’s vain. Frivolous. Playing games doesn’t keep the world turning. Every single time we lost, every single time someone hinted that I wasn’t valuable anymore, I felt like my parents were watching, nodding their heads…
I had to shift on the couch because the last time I heard that sound, I was fairly certain my hand had been between her legs. “Ohmygawd,” she said. Another bite. “Why is thi so goob?” I laughed. “Are you going to share?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’d get in the way of a pregnant woman…
I found my phone in my purse, battery dangerously low considering I hadn’t plugged it in the night before, and I saw a text from Claire that had me smiling. Claire: If you think I didn’t notice that your Find my Friends location stayed in Shepperton last night, you’re friggin’ crazy. ARE YOU SLEEPING WITH…