“Fucking mercenary!” he cried, held back by two other men, who had rushed to the front of the office almost as soon as Julianne ducked through the door. “Crooked, rotten, drug-dealing whore . . .” He struggled against the men holding him. “Get off me. Get the fuck off me!” They let go of his shoulders, stepping back but standing by, as Christopher raked both hands through his coiffed hair, messing it up, and stared at her like he wished her fates far worse than death. “Get the hell out of my office,” he growled, his tone lethal. And Julianne considered it. To her great shame, she considered running away. It would be so much easier, wouldn’t it? So much easier to run away than make amends. Your eyes are like the night sky. The universe. The heavens and a million stars. She reminded herself that he knew how to speak gently, how to smile warmly, how to touch tenderly.
What do You think about Campaigning For Christopher?
