onsiderably. She reached into her quilted Chanel handbag, pulled out a delica

g. Here, take it," Bryn said, her voic

I already put some on." She had no desire t

. Knight wanted to sleep with someone from the company, he'd pick a well-bred socialite

you have the worst manners in this van,"

Project Director Chas Hodge-who had been dozing in the

he CEO's private life first thing in the morning

out a heavy sigh, warning them to keep their mouths shut and only listen duri

face instantly vanished. The front passenger door slid open, and Evan climbed into the seat, bringing a crisp, cold

ast the two heavily made-up interns in the middle row and settled straight

ryn said, pitching her voice

in eagerly ri

different nod. "Morn

n around or look away in the rearview mirror, clearl

head and meet his deep eyes in the mirror. Her throat was s

ning, Mr.

pths of Evan's eyes. His tone was unhurried as

beat, his gaze hold

lat

cursed him silently inside her head for pulling a stunt like that right in front

htly, Bryn stared into the rearview mirror, her eyes locking onto the fresh, unmistakable b

mind replayed the wild, uninhibited woman who had straddled him all night, contrast

neat, her long dark hair falling straight over her shoulders, and her make

ngs. Yet she quietly remembered the exact strength of black coffee he preferred, always placed the fruit platter within his reach,

ks he had left along her collarbones and inner thighs, Evan let out a barely perceptible smile against the headrest

lot of a top-tier French restaurant in downtown Aspen, where