This woman who moved so sinuously and sensuously, lost in the music, was not the same bland woman who’d sat demurely through dinner. She was playing some kind of game with them all. He had no time for women who played games, women who pretended to be one thing when they were something else altoge...
If there was anything wrong with her pancakes, they were doing a good job of hiding it. That much about this morning gave her a sense of satisfaction. She rarely cooked for herself. Living in the palace it just wasn’t necessary. There was something elementally satisfying about watching Logan and ...
after the flight, Max negotiated the imposing, palm-lined Beverly Hills streets, and Gillian scanned her notes, doing her best to tune out her awareness of Max’s proximity. All the while also trying to tune out the memory of the touch of his lips to hers. A touch that had brought back a flood of ...
Danni couldn’t quite keep the shock from her voice. Was this about last night or was there some further trouble she had gotten into? “Danielle.” His face was unreadable. “I’d like to talk to you. May I come in?” After the briefest hesitation she stepped back, giving him access. Much as instinct a...