The Heiress Rises From The Mud

. He pulled it so hard that Anne's thin b

his eyes betrayed him. They kept dropping to

wet bangs and landed on her pale c

d. He grabbed his ti

" he snapped, his voice rougher than u

frame. "There was no hair dryer,"

s shoulder brushing hers, and stalked into her bathroo

doorway and threw th

own over the fabric. He started rubbing her wet hair. His

e victim, but the arrogant Wall Street

ng from his chest warmed her cold skin. The smell of

under the towel, he had a perfect view of the long,

respiratory rate. It was ti

ely let her bare foot slip on the

. She crashed directly i

h of his hands shot out and gripped her

ture of her skin and the shocking softness of her body u

gged. For three agonizing seconds, neither of them moved. The heavy scent of cedar mixed with the dampness of her skin, paralyzing his usually sh

he fifth brother, walked right beside

e hall. His eyes wi

hell are you doi

t of his trance. He shoved Anne away from him so hard an

e. She let out a painful cry and slid down the wall until she hit the flo

oorboards. She stopped in front of the door and star

ittle rat," she hissed. "You haven't been in this house fo

ly. He grabbed the collar of th

actics out of this house

s looked terrible, but the immediate, vicious hatred his m

pped. I caught her. And she's wearing my shirt be

She gave Braden a look so cold

. The hierarchy of th

shake violently in Kash's grip. Tears sp

her mouth curled into a sharp smile. She had successf

ice ordered the maids. "Have he

night's formal dining will teach you e