I know what she's doing, keeping me waiting. I could tell the very moment she snatched the dress out of my hand and the corner of her mouth turned up, she knows she's driving me insane and I know she's doing it on purpose. I feel like a teenager again. I've lost my cool, my sleek chill all but disappears when she is near. I flop back onto the bed, breathing deeply and trying to relax. She must be the only woman capable of...

Was it really that awful that she felt she had to leave as soon as she woke up without even saying goodbye? I go back to my house, slamming the door shut behind me, frustrated and angry. I storm into the living room and then straight back out. I can smell her, her sweet, citrus scent, almost like sweet lemons and oranges. It’s everywhere, wrapping around me like a blanket that I can’t get out of. London is a big city, but...

The way he looks at me makes my whole body tingle. His deep green eyes can see everything. He never seems to miss a thing when he’s watching me. "I'm not wanting to scare you, but I want you. I want you so much I might have to take you on the floor,” he murmurs, his hands moving around my waist as the door behind me opens. I feel my skin flush and I see the corners of his lips turn up into a wicked smile, his eyes dark. A...

Didn’t he know that I was standing beside him on the tube? Yes, that was me, the redhead just on his left. Yes, the one he bumped into and then apologized to without actually looking at my face. I guess the blouse was a little too daring, the stares from the people on the street when I left my apartment block this morning should have prompted me to go back and get changed, but here I am, sitting beside him at a bar that w...

I paste a smile on my face as the unmistakable hand of my father lands on my shoulder. Sitting at his fourth dinner as Mayor of Serenity, I have never felt more like a piece of meat or an overdressed commodity at the very least. "Lana, Sweetheart, May I introduce you to a friend of the campaign?" I turn slowly, preparing myself for further boredom, the pasted smile, I'm sure, looking more fake than ever now. "Lana, this i...

“Put this on,” he murmurs and his boyish sparkle glows brighter. “What is it?”  “A blindfold.” I lean away from him, narrowing my eyes.         “What do I need a blindfold for?” "The surprise. I promise you I’m not looking to have my wicked way with you… yet.” That slow promise in his voice in that single short word ‘yet’ sends resonating throbs of desire straight through me from my breasts all the way to my thighs.  “I n...