Forbidden Fantasies

limited knowledge offers some clues. Rhys must be under pressure from his family to get married, but the man would rather

a hand on me on his turf. I can be the fake fiancée he wants me to be, and in exchange, I will get his protection. At the end of t

ly to happen than a blizzard in summer that I don't no

obably thrown from a short distance. My first instinct is to grab the

a kitten could pass through, but I don't

ken window is a warning, and I know exactly who it is from.

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't matter where I run, or how hard I hide traces of myself. Even when I resorted to altering so many details about myself that I can

I couldn't even ask my landlord to change my locks when I haven't cleared my ren

live; Rhys Redmond wouldn't take kindly to anyone killing his employees, and he knows that. Besides, as long as he is uncertain of my relationship wi

es. I prepare everything Mr. Raging Asshole needs for his morning meetings and

re him in his office, but the look in his eyes makes me doubt whate

nd an arm's length away,

e length I usually wear, barely reaching an inch below my ass. Not that I wear long skirts to begin with, anyw

osed-my barely there thong that I bought using his credit card to

with so much energy that I can barely see what he's showing me on his computer screen. Ev

and I can't help wondering if he can feel it. He runs a hand up my thigh. "You've got some

of an elevator. By the time I recognize Mr. Red

zing I just made myself look suspicious. Rhys's lips twitch, making

o his office, slamming the door s

ot enough to keep me from noticing that the center of my fantasies is

cture myself sit

r damn mind, woma

best I can do is continue making

de to talk to him. I smooth down imaginary wrin