Chapters (29)
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- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
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With a moan, she sank deeper in the water.
“And you’re a sexy dancer,” he continued.
“You aren’t helping.” She grimaced. “What else did I do?”
“You declared your undying love for everybody.”
Oh, no.
“You even hugged Vander.”
She closed her eyes. “I’m never drinking again.”
Easton laughed, a low, sexy chuckle.
“You didn’t mention the fact that I vomited in your toilet in your beautiful bathroom.” Embarrassment was alive in her belly. “Thankfully, I only have hazy memories of that.”
“I held back your hair.”
With a massive groan, she dunked her head under the water.
Easton pulled her up, towing her to the side so their faces were inches apart.
“Harlow, you needed last night to let loose. I didn’t mind taking care of you. I liked it.”
“You liked me puking on you?”
“You didn’t puke on me. Your aim was great, so you didn’t get any on me.”
She’d puked in front of her sexy, handsome billionaire boss turned lover. Ugh.
He stroked her nose. “You know what I liked?”
“What?” she whispered.
“That you, a strong, organized woman who keeps tight control on everything, trusted me enough to let your hair down. Trusted me to look after you.”
God. Her heart squeezed. She had a shining moment of clarity and realized that she was falling in love with him.
This was a disaster.
Easton Norcross didn’t keep women. He’d been linked to tons of beautiful, accomplished women. Eventually, her time would be up, and he’d totally and utterly break her heart.
“Come out of the tub. I’m going to feed you.”
Well, for now, he was hers. She was holding onto him for as long as she had him.
“I should call a few more people. I want to try Gregor again. He’s not answering my calls now.”
Easton held out a towel. She rose quickly and he wrapped it around her.
“No calls.”
“Easton—”
“We’re having a light dinner, then early to bed.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m not a little girl.”
“Oh, I’m well aware of that.” His hand curved around her hip and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Later, in bed, I’m going to do some very adult things to you.”
Everything inside her quivered. “My father—”
“There is nothing we can do tonight, baby. I gave Gregor’s name to Vander. He’ll find out if the man is hiding your father, or knows where he is.” Easton urged her inside.
Out of the warm water, the cold air assaulted her wet skin.
“Dinner, bed, followed by slow, lazy sex, then sleep.”
She spun to face him. “Are you even real?”
“Standing right here, baby.”
She went up on her toes and kissed him.