His cock leaped as he cupped her breast. She had an excellent point. “Works for me. Hell, it’s still Halloween somewhere, right?”
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I've always been a good girl.
I've only done two really bad things in my life—secretly live in the maid's quarters of my beloved grandmother's foreclosed beach house and lie to get a job as a personal assistant to billionaire Blake Carson.
My enemy, my lover, my savior.
He's only two out of the three, if only I can figure out which two before I end up on the streets or in jail.
Or worse.
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The Boss
Don’t lose your cool.
I took a deep breath and opened the immense glass door. Carson Covenant Inc. was etched into the milky opaque glass. I glanced back at the street and paused. Huh. A crystal clear view. I stepped back onto the busy Boston sidewalk. A domed vestibule in the opaque glass was a very effective privacy shield.
Was he showing off?
Or was he hiding?
Atlantic Avenue, right near the Boston Harbor, was alive with pedestrians and tourists, as well as a backlog of cab drivers picking up and dropping off at the Intercontinental Hotel next door. It was madness, but as the door closed behind me, there was no sound.
It was a soundless box.
I had an immediate urge to back up and get out. There was no reason to feel claustrophobic about it, and yet there it was.
Not a streak, heck, not even a fingerprint seemed to stick to the glossy surface.
Huh. Well, that was interesting.
Was it always this milky tone? Or could it be colored? My fingers itched to get some of the fascinating glass into a copper casing. I shook my head. No, Grace Copeland, you do not want the enemy’s glass on your worktable.
I didn’t.
Mostly.
And okay, enemy might be a little bit of a stretch. Actually, no. Not a stretch at all for Blake Carson of Carson Covenant Inc.—did he even know what the word covenant meant? I didn’t think so. Or he wouldn’t have snatched up my grandmother’s house at auction before I could even talk to a bank.
Exactly the reason why I was walking into the huge glass box that he called an office building. He was a businessman. I was a businesswoman. Surely we could come to some understanding about my house. I just needed a little time to figure out how to make things work.