Page 103 of In Love After Office Hours

Acheron Simonides.

He was dressed entirely in black (bespoke Dior, she recalled reading from the society pages once), and the way it molded to every sinewy inch of his body was positively decadent. It reminded her of the longest three seconds of her life -her body on top of his -and the instant she thought of it, her cheeks were a goner, lost in the blushing heat of mortification.

Something glinted in his eyes, and because the only encounters she had with the opposite sex were work-related, the meaning of it escaped her at first.Why was he looking at her like he knew -

Her eyes widened in realization.

Lud!

That was it!

He knewexactlywhat she had been thinking of.

Aghast with shock, her first instinct was to slam the door on his face, but then she heard Mr. Collins ask, "Who is it, Pippi?"

The words made her jerk involuntarily as common sense returned in a flash.

You do not slam the door on the CEO's face, Pippilotta Jones!

She took one last apprehensive look at him, hoping futilely that what she had imagined wasn't real - but it was.

The smile playing on his lips said it all. It was as sexual as it was predatory, and it made her want to hide herself under the covers and mutter to herself,'it's not real, it's not real.'

BUT IT WAS.

After twenty-three years of fastidious living and doing what she could to lead a life of blessed singlehood, the nasty Fates had still ended up having their way.

The Jones' curse had struck again, and Pippilotta Jones, despite her greatest efforts, was now in a wealthy man's crosshairs -

And there was just no going back from there.

Too Wicked for Love

by Marian Tee

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