Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

“Coralyn Anderson.”

That brought Jocelyn’s head up quickly. She had perfect,

sculpted looks. Full lips. Her makeup was flawless. She eyed

Coralyn’s vintage coat, her legging clad legs and her sturdy

winter boots and her lips curled up. “Right.”

Oh yes, she remembered who she was now. Her eyes

flashed with amusement. To her, Coralyn was nothing but a

beggar come looking for a handout. It was humiliating, and

her face sizzled with the heat of her shame. She hated, worst

of all, that this prissy receptionist could make her feel that

way.

She nodded and took a seat in one of the huge black chairs

that surrounded an impressive marble coffee table. She clasped

her hands between her knees and prayed she wouldn’t throw

up right there on the floor. I can do this. For Dad, I can

freaking do this.

“Please come this way.”

Her butt had barely touched the seat when Jocelyn was

there, taking perverse pleasure in the fact that Coralyn had to

stand back up again and trail after her. Jocelyn knocked on a

frosted glass door and led Coralyn inside. The office was more

than palatial. Twenty of her apartments would fit inside. It

looked like a penthouse condo in there. It even had a set of

doors leading to a huge balcony. The view was more than

incredible and the floor-to-ceiling windows showcased

downtown Chicago and beyond perfectly. What on earth

would something like this cost?

Jocelyn left without saying anything and Coralyn was on

her own. She swallowed back her nerves and blinked at the

tall, slim figure standing there looking out over the city like