Pampered By The Rival Underground Boss

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across the screen in

ht Rendezvous With Woodward Heiress; W

Genevra into an upscale apartment complex past midnight, follow

neatly tucked bed in our gues

spare room because he didn't want the smell of garage solvent to disrupt my re

eping himself clean for th

?" Connor's voice pulled

s hand. I pulled back immediately, stepping back. "

king a hot linen towel from Louis to wip

the Iron Ghosts was cold as ice, comple

traction didn't leave a bad impression on my future employer. The second

was signing

ce, handing over a rejected requisition form. "Jolene... the matriarch reviewed the R&D

roken her wor

aration and Asset Relinquishment Agreements I had brought wit

sofa, his long legs crossed as

ously particular about his gear and never showered or changed clothes anywhere

n his voice: "Where the hell were you last night? You walked out of

the media headlines plastered all over town. His only c

void of any warmth: "Have y

and you throw a tantrum? Her street was cornered by Woodward rivals; I ran t

candal blowing up online, the club hadn't issued a single public statement, leaving me to absorb the

nd set the documents squarely in front of

m his breast pocket-a piece I had hand-lathed for him o

lar figure, and slapped it onto the desk. "Here's your funding. From now on,

ays thrown it around casually, bu

nature across the bottom of the top equipment requisition fo

s, carefully disguised beneath standard transport liab

int, he would have seen that he was signing away all c

he dragged the custom pen across the res

n me with a quiet warning: "I don't ever want to he

quietly, gathering t

tment in my chest, I gathered the executed

ar something decent to the downtown steakhouse tonight. The pre

ot breaking my st

; he wanted a photo-o

hen tonight at that restaurant, I would deliv