You arch your brow at his apparent lack of concern at the implications of what he’s proposing. “Because you asked her to?” you repeat incredulously. “You’re just going to comfortably sit there and tell me in that douchey ass tone of yours that you pretty much sent Mindy to tell me that you want to have sex with me?”   He nods. “Correct. And you have thirty calendar days to agree to or decline my offer,” he explains. “Make no mistake, this is a business offer. I have every… Read More

  Your eyes burn.   Really badly.   They’ve been burning since yesterday morning, ever since your eyes landed on what was inside that damn folder. And they continued to burn through today’s morning practice and all your classes.   And they’re still burning now, probably even more than they were before as you stomp through the main hallway of the surgical center.   “Excuse me, Miss, you can’t go through there,” you hear a female voice call after you, but you don’t stop.   “Miss, office hours are over…. Read More

  You stare ahead like a confused idiot, unable to do much more than blink in shock for several seconds.   What in the hell of all hells is Mindy, of all people, doing at your apartment? And this early in the morning?   She’s wearing a black and silver ruffled dress that looks like it could buy this entire apartment complex and maybe even the entire street leading up to it. Her hair is in the same sleek bun from last night, but she looks as fresh as ever,… Read More

  He sets you down gently, and the cold concrete floor beneath your feet is both a welcoming feeling because of its familiarity and also an unpleasant shove back into your reality which the man towering above you is not—and cannot—be a part of.   You start to speak. “Listen—”   “I know why you were there,” he says, cutting off your attempt at an explanation. You’d be pissed that he just cut you off if his voice wasn’t so calm—gentle, even.   You raise an eyebrow. “You…you do?” you… Read More

  Frost continues to remain silent as well, much to your surprise. You was certain he was going to drill and interrogate you to no end from the looks he’d given you back at the mansion when you ran into him.   You should really be happy he isn’t saying anything, but for some reason, his silence—or perhaps refusal to talk about the very obvious pink elephant in the room—is somehow more disturbing than any yelling or blackmail he might have had in store for you.   The silence continues… Read More

  He turns his attention back to you once more, breaking the ice but thankfully also without bringing up the very obvious pink elephant in the room.   “Wait here, I’ll bring my car around,” he says, already walking away.   “Didn’t you have a valet park it for you?” you ask.   “No,” he says simply. “I don’t like other people touching my car.”   You sigh and shake your head. “Oh lord, you’re one of those guys?”   He looks at you incredulously, his brow arched. “What guys?” … Read More

  You make your way back to the roundabout again, and this time you have a hard time enjoying the scenery as you walk past more statues and fountains and other impressive sights. Your mind is completely preoccupied with the imposing man walking next to you, leading you with his hand still resting snugly on your lower back.   You hate to admit it, but his hand feels amazing; strong and sure and possessive.   You really should tell him to take it off you, to keep his hands to… Read More

You stop in mid-step as the words leave his mouth.   You whip around and face him again, your eyes boring holes into his head. “You son of a bitch—”   “Now, let’s not get hostile, Raven,” he says coolly, easily cutting you off and closing the distance between you once more.   He slides his hands into his pockets almost nonchalantly, and he sports a bored expression on his face. He seems pretty aloof, but obviously he’s anything but since he can’t seem to keep his irritating behind out… Read More

  You feel your eyebrow arch of its own accord, and you can’t stifle the incredulous huff that leaves your chest. “Excuse me?”   What the fuck? Did this guy just tell you that what you do is his business?   Frost gives you a hard look, his features becoming a bit more tense than usual—and that somehow makes him appear even more handsome, if you can believe that.   “I don’t like repeating myself,” he begins, “but since you probably didn’t know that about me prior to now, I’ll… Read More