He cleans each letter meticulously, as though it’s a precious painting he wants to restore. I never knew he could be so gentle. And when he briefly glances up into my eyes with that devious smirk on his face, all it does is make me blush harder and harder. Both my father and mother hurry to the aisle, and the two men and women have a standoff right in front of me. We’re both fuming in the car, refusing to speak with one another, and it feels like a goddamn volcano is about to burst. If you want to learn more about Bookshelves specifically, please read the Bookshelves FAQ (Frequently Asked Questions).

I snort. “Keep saying that, and I might actually believe it someday.” I clutch the collar tightly, dragging her closer to me. “Just like I know someday you will beg me to make love to you.”When I’ve put on some shoes, I open the door and peer outside. The penthouse seems empty, and I don’t see Luca anywhere. But I can hear the shower running. The first time I met the guy I was never supposed to marry, I didn’t know what kind of a monster he truly was. What kind of devious plans he’d set in motion to make me completely and utterly his. But when he plants a deliciously sultry kiss underneath my ear, all the butterflies begin to spread again. Yup. And his cleaner. And personal shopper. And assistant.” She laughs. “Pretty much everything and anything he needs.” For some reason, that makes me blush even more than the fact that I’m hanging here horizontally from the ceiling, naked.

Sudden stomping in another room pulls me from my thoughts. I recognize the walk. It definitely isn’t a guard. It’s him. Grabbing her arms, I pull her close right before the doors shut. “Jill, do you think I wouldn’t take precautions?” I lift her chin with my index finger. “I own everyone who works here.”So I grab her waist and shove her against the elevator wall, not allowing her a second to breathe as I invade her space, planting my hand against the wall right beside her head. “Deny me, fight me, I don’t care, but I will have what I want.” No,” Luca responds, taking the date from my hand and stuffing it into his mouth. “Three years ago.” Her nostrils flare. “That girl in there is your wife. You two must learn to coexist for this deal to hold and for our family to reap the benefits.” Let her come up,” I reply, sighing. I’m really not looking forward to talking with her right now. But my parents still have the majority of the business under their wing, and until they make me the sole owner, I have to keep them happy. For now. I didn't hate it per se but I did NOT love it. It's the same song and dance, the same old one-note narrative going on, it's all bang bang and bye.