Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

probably quite a few places in between. Those were just the

spots where Robert had his restaurants. Had, being the key

word.

Claire leaned back in her chair and folded her hands in her

lap. Her black pencil skirt and black blouse were flawless,

without crease or wrinkle. Her massive desk hid the six-inch

designer heels that encased her feet, custom made of course,

because when you were richer than God, you could afford

exactly the right fit.

“You brought me here, Claire. You tell me what you want,”

Robert snarled.

Claire could practically taste his rage, and adrenaline rolled

through her veins. From the corner of the room, where Jenny

made herself practically invisible, a wave of noxious loathing

rolled off the woman. One wrong move and she would surge

forward, grab Robert’s arm in a smooth move, twist it behind

his back, and snap it. Jenny’s emerald green eyes blazed fire,

but Claire turned to the side and shook her head ever so

slightly. Jenny didn’t relax. C

laire didn’t relax either. With a

mad dog in her office, it wouldn’t do to let her guard down for

a moment.

She’d done that once. Trusted Robert. She’d paid for years

and years and years.

“I don’t need to remind you of the past,” Claire said evenly,

pegging Robert with a hard glare. He actually squirmed in the

upholstered seat in front of her desk. She loved having

conversations in her office. Those chairs were so damn

uncomfortable for a reason. If she wanted a nice conversation,

she never conducted them here. “You broke my heart, Robert.