Back Reluctantly Yours
Chapters (71)
  1. Epigraph
  2. 1. Barrett
  3. Barrett
  4. 2. Chloe
  5. Chloe
  6. 3. Barrett
  7. Barrett
  8. 4. Chloe
  9. Chloe
  10. 5. Chloe
  11. Chloe
  12. 6. Barrett
  13. Barrett
  14. 7. Chloe
  15. Chloe
  16. 8. Chloe
  17. Chloe
  18. 9. Barrett
  19. Barrett
  20. 10. Chloe
  21. Chloe
  22. 11. Barrett
  23. Barrett
  24. 12. Chloe
  25. Chloe
  26. 13. Barrett
  27. Barrett
  28. 14. Chloe
  29. Chloe
  30. 15. Barrett
  31. Barrett
  32. 16. Chloe
  33. Chloe
  34. 17. Barrett
  35. Barrett
  36. 18. Chloe
  37. Chloe
  38. 19. Barrett
  39. Barrett
  40. 20. Chloe
  41. Chloe
  42. 21. Barrett
  43. Barrett
  44. 22. Chloe
  45. Chloe
  46. 23. Barrett
  47. Barrett
  48. 24. Chloe
  49. Chloe
  50. 25. Barrett
  51. Barrett
  52. 26. Chloe
  53. Chloe
  54. 27. Barrett
  55. Barrett
  56. 28. Chloe
  57. Chloe
  58. 29. Barrett
  59. Barrett
  60. 30. Chloe
  61. Chloe
  62. 31. Barrett
  63. Barrett
  64. 32. Chloe
  65. Chloe
  66. Epilogue
  67. FOUR MONTHS LATER
  68. Sneak Peek
  69. Thank You
  70. Also by Erin Hawkins
  71. About the Author

I nod. It’s the only thing I can manage with Chloe’s body tucked into my side. One hand pressed into my stomach while the other has snaked under my suit jacket behind my back.

With a hand on my shoulder and one on Chloe’s, Frankie air kisses us both before Fred ushers her into their car.

Once they’re down the street, Chloe pulls away from my side.

“I think that went well,” she says.

The frustration I’ve been feeling all night with the lack of opportunity to talk with Fred comes to a head. Not to mention the fact that Chloe was an unwelcome distraction. While that may not be her fault, it’s maddening as hell.

“Are you kidding? That was a disaster. I made no head way with Fred because you and Frankie talked the entire time.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was unaware I was supposed to help you in your business dealings.” Chloe’s arms spread wide and I’m momentarily distracted by her cleavage. “That makes perfect sense because I was unaware about anything for this ‘date.’ Next time you blackmail someone into being your date, maybe fill them in on the details. It would be helpful.”

Having summoned him earlier, Marcus pulls up at the curb.

“Forget it.” I yank the car door open. “I’ll take you home.”

She wraps her bare arms around her mid-section. “No thanks. I’ll order a ride share.”

“I can take you home,” I repeat.

“It’s fine.” She doesn’t bother to look at me while she types on her phone.

I blow out an exasperated breath. This woman frustrates the hell out of me, while also managing to make my dick as hard as stone. It’s a paradox I want nothing to do with, but I can’t let her shiver on the sidewalk. I remove my jacket and drape it over her shoulders.

“I’m fine. Really. I don’t need your jacket.”

She tries to shake it off, but I move out of her reach.

“Goodnight, Chloe,” I say as I climb into my car.

“All set, Mr. St. Clair?” Marcus asks.

“Please wait until Ms. Anderson’s car arrives,” I run my hand through my hair in frustration, “then we can go.”

“Yes, sir.”

As we idle there on the curb, I reflect on the evening again.