Even she was at a loss for words.
Fraser arched a brow at her.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded around her delicate face, her clear eyes carrying a trace of distress.
She was undeniably beautiful – her soft, fair skin covered in the marks he had left behind.
Fraser’s gaze darkened. He leaned back slightly, his voice slow and amused.
“And how exactly do you plan to compensate me?”
Summer hesitated. “I… I could buy you dinner?”
Fraser scoffed. “Do I look like I need you to buy me food?”
Right. That was stupid.
Money?
The Graham family was Havenbrook’s wealthiest – tens of billions in assets. He wouldn’t even glance at her pathetic bank account.
Summer looked up hesitantly. “Then… could you give me a hint?”
This was her first time sleeping with someone.
What was she supposed to do afterward?
If it had been anyone else, she would felt down and extremely regretful.
But this was Fraser Graham.
And she had been the one who threw herself at him.
Technically… wasn’t she the one who got the better end of the deal?
Fraser suddenly leaned in, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
Their gazes locked.
His lips curved slightly. “Summer, I satisfied you. As compensation – “
He paused, voice dark and teasing.
“Now it’s your turn to satisfy me.”
Summer’s mind went blank.
Under the effects of the drug, she had been bold, reckless – completely unrestrained.
But now?
She was sober.
And she absolutely could not handle this.
But Fraser wasn’t giving her time to think.
His arm slid around her waist, effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
He didn’t hesitate – lowering his head, his lips crashing down on hers.
His desire was written in his breath, his touch, his gaze.
Her thin silk robe had already been loose. As it slipped further down her shoulder, exposing delicate, fair skin –
Fraser’s lips trailed over her delicate brows, her soft red lips, and her fair cheeks. Finally, he took her petite earlobe between his teeth, licking and teasing it with slow, deliberate pressure.
Fraser’s breath was hot against her ear, sending a shiver through her body.
Summer’s breath hitched, and an involuntary sound slipped past her lips – soft, sweet, nothing like her usual voice.
She hadn’t even been drinking, yet the lingering taste of alcohol on Fraser’s lips, mixed with the clean, masculine scent of his shower gel, was intoxicating.
For a moment, she lost herself in it.
Then, a memory surfaced.
Trevor’s last birthday.
She had spent weeks preparing.
She had baked him a chocolate cake from scratch.
And that night, she had planned to give him something even more precious – herself.
She had picked out a stunning black slip dress, low-cut and dangerously short.
She had waited.
But as always, Peyton had fallen “ill.”
And just as expected, Trevor never showed up.
She had spent the entire night alone, staring at that carefully made cake, tears falling onto the table.
That dress – meant to be worn for him – became nothing more than a cruel joke.
She had thrown it into the back of her closet, never wanting to see it again.
The thought made her chest ache.
For how foolishly, desperately she had loved him.
Suddenly, a sharp sting on her earlobe jolted her back to reality.
Her eyes flew open.
Fraser’s lips left her ear as he propped himself up, hovering over her.
His deep gaze locked onto hers.
“Distracted?”
That single word sent a chill down her spine.
She had been thinking about Trevor.
While she was with Fraser.
Any man would be furious if he knew.
Fraser’s voice was unreadable.
“Ms. Stewart, it seems I’m not quite captivating enough to keep you focused.”
Summer’s heart clenched in panic.
She had heard the rumors.
Fraser Graham – Havenbrook’s bossman.
Cold, ruthless, and utterly unforgiving.
She had no doubt that if she angered him, he wouldn’t let it slide.
Her instinct kicked in.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.