She signed for it and went back inside, staring at the package as though it contained a live tarantula. The return address on the top corner was Bryce’s, the handwriting forceful and masculine. Like the man himself, she thought. She hadn’t left anything behind at his house, she knew that. So what could he possibly be sending her? One way to find out, Jenessa. Open it. She poured herself a glass of juice, gingerly picked up the package, and went outside to sit under the apple tree. Ripping off the paper and the bubble wrap, she found a video inside, along with a plain piece of folded paper. Opening it up, she found more of the same terse handwriting. I borrowed this from Travis, he’d written. Sit down and watch it, Jenessa. The note was signed, simply, Bryce. There was no label on the video to indicate its contents. Intensely curious, Jenessa went inside, turned on the TV and inserted the black plastic cartridge. Within moments she was lost to her surroundings. It was a video of Leonora dancing.
What do You think about The Tycoon's Virgin Bride?
