“What did you do to me?” I cover my mouth with my hands, only to have him grab them.

“Let’s not touch your face, babe.” He reaches for my slacks and shakes them out as my tiny black panties land in the corner.

I blink at him. His mouth twitches, and then he throws his head back to laugh.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but you look… amazing.” He keeps laughing.

“So much so that you’re laughing?” I cock my head but feel my own lips twitch.

He pulls me into his arms. “You look thoroughly fucked.” He kisses my lips. “I like you filthy and hot.” His lips trail to my eyes.

My head falls back. How does he do this? One minute, I hate him, the next moment he can do no wrong.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

My gaze shifts to my panties.

“Let’s not worry about them.” Again, his mouth twitches.

“You’re the worst.” I pull away, taking my slacks from him, using his hand to steady me since my legs are shaking.

“Here.” He crouches down, and I watch as he gently puts each of my dirty feet in my fabulous Louboutin pumps. I could cry feeling the dirt on the clean leather.

“There. All better.” He looks up, and for a second I gasp for air.

Breathless.

That’s the only word that comes to my mind. With his dark hair and full lips forming a broad smile, he’s breathless. His blue eyes hold me hostage. Every time I look at him, I lose a bit of myself…but gain a bit of him.

God, my heart is pounding so loud, he has to hear it. He stands. I swallow. His eyes change, and he isn’t smiling anymore. Can he feel this? Does he know that together we’re complete?

Jett has become my everything. Brilliant, controlling, my missing piece.

This is the moment I accept my truths.

Somehow, some way, I’ve fallen in love with him despite knowing he’s not mine.

Holy fuck.

I’m in love with Jett Powers, my mother’s fiancé.

Chapter Twenty-One

JETT

I don’t know what possessed me to think it was a good idea to bring Raven not only into my office, but now to the courtroom where she sits next to me.

It feels too intimate, but after the stairwell incident, everything has become heightened.

I gave up trying to deny myself of her. I’ve rationalized that I will end it. She’s going back to school in a month. Until then, I’m a selfish bastard who might be fucked, because we’re getting into a routine. She’s up and ready to leave by seven in the morning. We’re out the door and stopping for coffees and shit for my office by seven thirty, and I’m at my desk working by eight.