Ivette’s hands wobbled, trying to keep the groceries from spilling out the bag. She had requested for a bigger grocery bag but the blonde at the counter had scowled and dismissed her, attending to the hunk who had stood beside her. Had she been feeling up to it, Ivette would’ve shown her ID to the woman, just to see her expression when she realized just who she was scowling at. But it had been a tough day and she wanted nothing more than to take a steamy shower and maybe if Aaron would be kind enough to let her sleep tonight. . . She shook her head. It shouldn’t feel like a fucking chore—but then, everything felt like that these days. Work, Aaron, people—chores. Balancing the bag and her work case in one hand, she punched in the code to Aaron’s apartment and stepped in. When the motion sensor lights didn’t come on, she felt for the switch and flipped it. “Surprise!” Ivette’s heart lurched and so did she. The bags dropped from her grasp and fruits, vegeta

Ivette’s eyes cracked open and she squinted at the ray of light penetrating through the blinds. Odd. She always kept the window blinds shut. Without turning, she reached for her phone and work tablet where she always kept them by the bed stand before she went to bed. She stretched further when she couldn’t reach it and groaned in frustration before sitting up. She groaned again as a blinding pain shot through her head. She winced, running her fingers through her hair. She had taken been taking the medications for the migraines. It shouldn’t hurt so much. Massaging her scalp, she straightened again. The covers pulled down from her chest and she stared down at herself, blinking. What on earth. . . Why. . .where were her clothes? She pulled up the white duvet up to her chin to cover her bare chest and she looked around. Definitely not her room. Judging from the exaggerated décor and the towels lying on the tasteful armchair by the ceiling to th

For the opening night, Ivette picked out a dress from King Corp’s line. A dress that spoke power and elegance. She was the lady of the night in her midnight black dress that swept the red carpet laid out before Battersea Evolution. The plunging neckline was a show stopper and heads turned in her direction as she walked, several eyes dipping to her generous cleavage that even Aaron couldn’t take his eyes off. The skirts billowed around her like dark sea waves and a thigh-high slit parted the storm, exposing Ivette’s long legs in the loveliest fashion. They couldn’t tell where to look. Her bosoms or her legs. “You look stunning, Ivy,” Aaron breathed, taking her outstretched hand and pressing a kiss to her fingertips. The plastered smile on Ivette’s blood-red lips only stretched farther and Ivette ensured the smile reached her eyes. “Likewise,” She cooed, hooking her arm with his as they walked the length of the carpet together. Cameras flashed, and lip-ribboned micropho

It had been a mistake. An irreparable mistake, seeing as he couldn’t get the delightfully shaped lass off his mind. Cian growled, tossing the kerchief Rosalind had handed him for his bloodied nose into the trashcan. Aye. He’d deserved that one. And heavens damn him, the lass punching him, had been the hottest thing he had seen. Her amber eyes had been pure fire and her chest rose and fell as she had stared at him, furious. It had taken all of his might to keep his eyes away from the swell of her breasts. The lass made him feel like a creep. Especially with the hard-on currently forming in his pants as he thought about her full lips. That red lipstick should be banned. That color on her was sinful. Going to Seattle had been a stupid mistake. He should never have listened to his grandfather and his pleas. The old man had told Cian to visit the emerald city, and he just might find love there. His clan, the Gregors, were big on family and litters of chi

The aroma of something delicious teased Ivette's nostrils and seduced her from blissful sleep. The sound of movement around her had her opening her eyes. She squinted at the dimly lit room, eyes resting upon the large glass sliding doors that took up the entire wall on her right and overlooked a vast private pool. The soft light of the evening bathed the room with a golden glow and...her eyes darted to the corner of the room where someone stood, watching her. She moved slightly, yawning tiredly. "Ron?" She was still feverish, and her head pounded, but she was warm and the bed underneath her was to die for. It felt like she was lying on fluffy clouds. The figure by the door moved, triggering the motion sensors and Ivette winced at the sudden brightness that flooded the room. "Good to see you're alive, lass." Ivette shot up from the bed and fell back on her back as pain shot through her head and her spine. "Coulda told you that was a terrible idea