One Night With The Ruthless CEO

utting through the blinds, a blade of light across the rumpled she

es fle

across his forehead. Memories of the night before crashed into her mind-the desperate, clumsy kisses in

er mouth to stifle a gasp. Carefully, she lifted his arm,

d wood floor when his voice, thic

are you

im. "Work," she stammere

r behind her. Leaning against the cool wood, she stared at her reflection. Her hair was a mess,

breathing ragged, the full weight of the night bef

a friend. Her father, before the bankruptcy, had been a donor. Now the invitation felt like a cruel joke, a c

ha

hat, the fall collection three years ago? I truly admire how well you've managed to maintain it." The laughter that followed had been lik

s the time Caitlin had beaten her in a student council election, or maybe it was just that Jenna had always been cruel to anyo

Isaac had

lly looked at her-and something inside her had cracked. She had followed him out of the ballroom without a word. The cab ride

ess need to feel like she still existed, like she could still matter to some

on the other side of a do

t, she emerged. Isaac was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, the sheet

the floor. "Last night... it was a mistake," she said, the words

ed, replaced by a sudden, chi

word was clipped, sha

ent, not daring to look back. She clattered down the thre

he subway station three blocks away. She swiped her MetroCard and squeezed onto a

ed that forgetting was the last thing she wanted to do. Because for ten years, she had only