ved around the kitchen with the fluid, precise grace of a Michelin-starred chef. He

he rich, savory aroma exploded into the air. Bridget's stomach

A smirk played on his lips, though

is fingers wrapped around the glass, the muscles in his arm suddenly gave out-a

s jar slipped

she lunged off the stool, her hands shooti

organic ketchup sitting on the counter. The bottle tipped over. The cap popped off, and a thic

ading across her chest. She closed her eyes, wish

bbed her wrist, pulling her out of the kitchen. He dragged her

t right now, or the sta

ame, her face burning."No!

d into his master bedroom, and came back holding a brand-

I will come in there and t

's shirt over her head. The fabric was incredibly soft, but it was massive. The hem fell halfway down her thighs, maki

rted aggressively scrubbing he

ression instantly darkening as he saw the feed from the private elevator lobby. With a heavy sigh

A loud and excited voic

room wearing dark sunglasses and a baseball cap. He kicked off his shoe

two plates of steaming truffle pasta. His

you knock?"

de, you took forever to open up. I'm

t, the guest bathro

earing Jevon's oversized white shirt, clutching he

room went d

e of his nose. His jaw dropped. His eyes darted

The blood rushed to her head so fast she fe

, shit-eating grin spreading across his f

room in three strides, planting his massive body directly in

Jevon growled, the warn

's broad back, her face scarlet. "I-

er, winking blatantly. "Sure you did