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.
“Ready for your entrance, princess?” I murmured next to her ear. The edges of her hair tickled my mouth; that was how closely I was standing next to her. Why was she here? Claire didn’t answer right away, but she took another one of those deep, fortifying breaths and turned to catch my stare. My…
“Shit,” I mouthed. “Yeah. I suppose I could’ve warned you before I showed up at the house later.” “They won’t be home anyway.” “Why not?” I checked my blind spot and moved lanes. “They’ve got a big fundraiser to attend tonight for some tennis player’s charity.” My mind flipped through the mental Rolodex. “Ah, sure.…
“Finnegan, I wouldn’t dream of being anything other than a perfect angel.” CLAIRE “Absolutely friggin not.” Lia slumped back on her bed. “It’s what I would’ve worn.” I pointed at the dress clutched in her evil hands. “That’s half the amount of fabric I want covering my body.” My sister sat back up, just as…
“I can promise you I won’t.” I skimmed my hands down the front of the dress. The V was so stupid low, showing a slice of my chest that had never before been shown in public. But besides that, I looked … I looked like a princess. Like if Belle from Beauty and the Beast…
that would grant me my greatest unfulfilled wish. Time with Finn. “I can’t,” I told her. “I hate lying. Not only do I hate it but I’m also terrible at it.” Lia clasped her hands in front of her. “Please.” “I know you love school, Lee, but it’s one lecture. How much more English Lit…
Not enough to risk the brand, where the rest of the sponsored athletes have a harmonious working relationship. The exact wording of the voicemail on my phone was burned into my brain. So me being me, I’d decided to hop my ass into the car and head down to their offices in Seattle to try…
“Fine. I am frustrated with my job. Sometimes,” I amended. “And this is one of those times.” He was walking through our kitchen, the sounds of the coffee maker breaking through the speakers. “We can celebrate our anniversary when you get back.” I pushed out my bottom lip, a shameless pout of self-pity and disappointment,…
Me: Yeah. I just crashed for a little nap, but I’m about to order some room service. Noah: I’m having something delivered to your room. I know it won’t make up for the chef, but … I hope it helps a little. Me: Oooh, how mysterious. Do I get any hints? Noah: Nope. Me: Ugh.…
“Nothing.” I kept my head right where it was. Lia leaned over me, dumped her shit on my desk, and pulled my laptop out from underneath my forearm so she could see it. Honestly, nothing was sacred when you lived with your twin. Except my crush on her best friend. “Oh,” she said meaningfully. “What?”…
She inhaled with a satisfied smile pulling up the edges of her lips. “Take me to your big bed, in your big room, because we are about to break it in, Noah Griffin.” I swept her in my arms, relishing in the happy shriek that left her mouth. “You’re the boss.” We stayed there all…