DescriptionThirteen years ago, Lyric Benson's boyfriend accused her of sleeping with his older brother then disappeared. She never stopped caring, never stopped hoping. Now, all these years later, Lyric is stunned to discover the new owner of her company is one Grayson St Clair, who never forgot or forgave her transgression.
Grayson wants nothing to do with someone he thinks hurt him so deeply. He can't let go of the past and he can't trust Lyric. It doesn't help matters that while on her watch, the Masonry company she oversaw was hacked into and the company's top secret client list accessed. Reluctantly, Lyric and Grayson team up to find the culprit, with Grayson denying their blossoming feelings at every turn. But when his brother appears, secrets in tow, Grayson will have to
choose: live in the past or move on with Lyric.
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Excerpt:In the elevator, he pressed the button for his floor by the time he heard her shout, “Hold the elevator!”
She ran up to him and their gazes locked. He allowed the doors to close in her face as payback burned in her glare.
Seconds after he walked into his office, Lyric burst in. “What the hell is your problem?”
He whipped around to face her. “You’re my problem!”
“What did I do?”
“Why didn’t you let me handle Antoni?”
“What are you talking about?” Confusion crossed her face. “I let you—”
“No, you didn’t. He deferred to you like you were the boss.”
“So you’re not, I am.” He poked a finger in his chest.
“Is that what this about? Recognition?”
“No, this is about you.”
“What?” She crossed her arms.
“Zinno had his hands all over you and you allowed it.” He sounded like a child, but she brought it out in him. Jealousy rolled around in his gut, still foreign after all this time.
“You have no say in what I do,” she said.
“I do when it involves my business.” Who am I trying to convince?
“You know what? I’m out of here.” She turned toward the door.
“Is this what you do? Use your body to get your way, like you did with my brother?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to call them back.
“What did you say?” She whirled to face him, rage blazing out of control as she advanced on him.
“You heard me.”
“You son of a bitch!”
He had the chance to move aside or block her, but he didn’t. A resounding smack echoed when her palm connected with his cheek.
Grayson licked his lips, tasted blood. She packed quite a wallop. His face throbbed as if hit by a two-by-four. He squinted at her and flexed his jaw. The anger in her eyes mixed with something else. Something a lot like the need pulsing through him. He stepped back, but she came forward.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered, her gaze centered on his mouth.
He cursed silently. Doesn’t she realize her effect on me? The rage and fury from moments ago melted away from her. He wanted them back. Those he knew how to deal with, not the need in her eyes. He wanted for things he had no business wanting.
Grayson backed away. She cupped his jaw the same time his thighs connected with his desk. Nowhere to go.
The heat in her touch singed him and he reached up to pull her hand away. At least he intended to, but her thumb stroked his bottom lip and he found himself holding her hand in place as he pressed his cheek to her palm.
Her eyes flew to his, searching for things he could ill afford to let her find. She opened her mouth, but before she spoke, his free hand clutched her nape and he hauled her into his arms. With a dip of his head, he took her mouth, because he had no choice.
He kissed her, tasted her sweetness. Lyric sobbed low in her throat. Her lips trembled and her hands slid around his neck. He reversed their positions, leaning her against his desk.