She was sitting in Adam Stone’s chair in his plush office, daydreaming about the day before. It had been Sunday and she’d spent the whole weekend with Adam. And what a weekend it had been. She shuddered as she recalled Dominique’s attack on Saturday night and her hateful words as she’d bitterly t...
Where the hell is he? She’d finished all her work, tidied her desk and had even done a bit of filing—her most hated part of the job—and now she just wanted Adam to come back so she could give him his present. She hadn’t forgotten his promise of some time alone before going out, and the skin on he...