"Emma King knew how to win. Until Miss Callahan arrived."
Chapter 6It’s a fucking video call.I should have known when I saw the meeting room change from Guy’s private office to one of our video conference rooms. We generally use those for calls with our other offices or when clients...
"Emma King knew how to win. Until Miss Callahan arrived."
Chapter 5I’m so disoriented that it’s not until I’m in the parking garage of Altitude’s building when I remember that I didn’t drive today, and I don’t have any of my stuff from upstairs. I probably should have taken a...
"Emma King knew how to win. Until Miss Callahan arrived."
The room is dark as I move closer to the bed, the only lights on by now are the soft backlights illuminating off the headboard. Lauren looks even sexier in person than she did in the photo as she pushes...
"Emma King knew how to win. Until Miss Callahan arrived."
Chapter 3It’s usually pretty easy to tell how a pitch is going once you start. Sometimes you know how it’s going to go just based on how the clients greet you and what room they put you in. If they’ve...
"Emma King knew how to win. Until Miss Callahan arrived."
Chapter OneThis is exactly why I prefer working with men. Which I know makes me sound like a female misogynist. But sitting in a room for hours on end while her perfume hits me like a wave every time I...
"She needed out of a marriage. She got so much more."
Jesus Christ, I should have gotten a different lawyer.Not the best time to be thinking this as I sit in the waiting room of Wagner Easton. I probably should have just canceled the appointment when I was on the website...
"I know"
I know you. You’re a good girl, trying to do the right thing. Always caring, always loving, always giving of yourself.You see the light in the dark, the good in the bad, the small things that slip past, unnoticed in...
"They were barely close enough to touch yet closer than two strangers should be..."
Part 1I walk in the room with my kids and direct them to stay in the pool for at least ten minutes. "Mommy needs some kid-free time," I say. I see you out of the corner of my eye, sitting...
"After a late night run, Sienna really, really wants that ice cream and is prepared to trade for it"
Running. There were some consequences of a brisk jog that Sienna always could rely on. Firstly, it always made her sweat, of course, and she secretly enjoyed the way the salty, sticky perspiration pasted her running top and leggings to...
My fingers fumble over the buttons in the elevator, trying to hit the number for our floor while your hands are busy exploring under the back side of my skirt, distracting me. I’m really glad that there is no one...
