help you fin

osa. She was little more than sixteen. Her bouncy ponytail and wide, doe-like eyes almost made me confident enough to request hel

ry store? The only reason I was there at all was because I was on my way to pick up Camille and she'd instructed

bonus of walking on a huge glob of gum. "Great," I growled, trying to scrape the sticky glob off the sole of my wingtip on the lip of

he self-checkout. In line for what seemed an eternity, I felt myself becoming more resentful by the minute. Not at Camille-she

gone out for a run and seen a wedding in the park. When I saw that there were two grooms, my chest tightened, and I couldn't breathe. I stood and observed them until they were kissing, pleased for them and empt

can my products quietly, but one of them would not scan, and the machine required employee assistance. Thirty sets of eyes

when I

eeing him made my fury melt, replaced by unadulterated lust. He was the kind of man I longed for, though never in a lifetime would be allowed to pursue. His skin was ravishing brown, a color only child

h narrowed, cold blue eyes. No way in hell they were natural. One look at

checking out. I inserted my black AMEX card into the machine, took my bag, and headed for the door, hoping against hope for one last glance at the man in fron

timatum they had given-this arranged marriage among other things-meant that I lived a lie daily. Other times I was so overwhelmed with work that I could fulfill the role quite nicely, but between the park wedding and the man in line, I was shaken. There was a craving now running through me, as if the dark-haired god had awakened some latent animal. I had felt his eyes, his

ine of bulging muscles along the chest. In a fit of desperation, having to do something about taking control of my life and this want, I kept retreating as a horrible plan evolved in my head. I went slowly, not wan

one for him. I parked in his stall and let him back out. I nearly felt bad about it, but I knew his metal bumper would destr

back into his seat and massaged his hands over his face. Frustrated in wanting to ease his upset, I got out of my car and rapped on his window. It suddenly struck me how manipulative and selfish th

alright? I really a

s even better-looking close up. He'd had little black gauges in his ears and a tiny silver ring in his

en his car and my hips. "Didn't they teach you to see reverse lights at prep school?

sure what to say. He was looking at my bashed front bu

"I trashed your entire right quarter panel, and there is no

s I going to tell him? That I didn't like this car anyway? That I'd just drive another two-hundred-thousand-dollar car tomorrow

I tried, holding back until it was a suitable moment to ask for his n