er tablet. The headlines screamed at her from

ling to Propose to Starl

: Inside Andrew Sterling'

ance culminating in a spectacular public proposal. Chloe's stomach churned as she rea

striking resemblance to that of her late mother, and she should have felt a sense of closeness

g out. She only

number of her most trusted confidant

urgent, stripped of its usual lightness. "Eva, I need y

the other end. She had never hear

cutting off any potential questions. "Everythi

asure boutique in the city. The one that requires a pri

e the most expensive, the most outrageous item they have. And most impor

a word. Pleasure boutique? The Kensington family?

leaving no room for argument. "I need it in my hands w

ty and applied her makeup with a surgeon's precision-a smoky, smudged eyeliner that hinted at a

ic clung to her body, languid and sensual. It looked like something one

brother's closet, found an old silk dress shirt he no longer wore, and tossed it carelessly

w cabs stream down Fifth Avenue, her heart a calm, stea

d to avenge him, gathering evidence against Sloane. But Sloane had been too powerful by

ght the discreet, elegant black box,

the box and

made of white gold. And there, on the tiny clasp, was the unmistakable, micr

ly whispered, her anxiety palpable. "I

mile. "You'll understand soon, Eva." She closed the box and

er, Andrew's handsome, but distinctly impatient, face appeared on

le of something. This h

strap of her nightgown "accidentally" slip from her sho

ask... what's your rival'

hrown. "What rival? What the

She let it dangle from her fingers, the fine gold ca

he tiny, perfect griffin crest. Then she looked back at

s just that my new toy happens to hav

ce vanished, replaced in an instant by disb

pping with poison, "do you think Julian Kensington would p

es boring into her through the screen, as if he wanted to

een a success. Andrew's focus w

ly on her. An