I’d sent the application for the role of trainee fashion correspondent three weeks previously and was starting to think I wouldn’t get a reply, but the letter in my hand could only be about the job. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I let out in a quiet warning to temper the onset of rising enthusia...
I was wide eyed and felt almost innocent in the presence of such a confident, older man. The moment stretched out as our eyes met and I shuddered as a gentle kiss pressed on my lips. It seemed that Conrad Reed wasn’t about to waste any time in going after what he wanted and I was like a rabbit ca...