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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

I pushed the door open to my master bath; then everything in my head short circuited.

Snitch naked.

Well, fuck.

Question answered.

Our eyes locked in the same instant she screamed.

Twelve

STORY

I scrambled for a towel, out of my mind with embarrassment, but Grayson didn’t make any move. He just watched me.

“You said I could use any but the north one!” I said, shielding my body with the plush silver towel.

“This is the north one,” Grayson said, an utterly addictive grit roughening his voice, like smooth whiskey.

I mentally did my never-eat-soggy-waffles and…shit.

This bathroom was nice, but I just figured it was Grayson’s wing, so everything must be nice. The bath was bigger than most hot tubs and overlooked the ocean. In the shower, I imagined putting my elbows on the thin edge and staring out at the dark-blue waves.

Grayson studied my body without shame. Goose bumps pebbled my skin and slid into my throat as I watched him get hard beneath his gray sweats. A long, thick, tapered outline growing more and more defined. My eyes darted from it, to his eyes, back to it. His just-slept-in hair was even sexier, messier, matching the look in his eyes.

“Grayson?” Mrs. Tansy Crowne’s voice cut into the moment. “Grayson, are you here?”

My head snapped to her voice. Tansy fucking Crowne was out there, and I was naked with her favorite child.

“Sec,” he called back, voice hard, eyes still locked on me.

I couldn’t read the look in his eyes; it was dark and muddled. A quiet Grayson was a dangerous Grayson. Quiet Grayson had led me to the secret gambling den where I spent a night thinking he was going to bet me. Where I came so hard I saw stars…

“What are you doing?” I said low, so Tansy couldn’t hear.

My eyes kept bouncing back to his hard cock. He didn’t make me come yesterday because he cared. He did it to humiliate me. He wasn’t actually into me. I was shit to him. Charlotte was the girl in his dreams. I was the girl ruining them.

The butterflies in my stomach would just have to listen.

Gray held out his hand. “Give me my towel.”

I clutched it harder against my body. “What?”

He had no emotion in his voice, nothing. All fire, everything, was gone.

“I said, give me my fucking towel. I gave you one rule and you broke it. Which I’m starting to think is your deal.”

All the emotion and intensity that had clouded Gray’s face was gone. He was back to his normal half smile quirking his cheek.

I knew he was doing this to humiliate me.

To punish me for being in his bathroom.