His Uncle, My Sweetest Revenge

he rainfall showerhead be

brain was working in overdrive. She had just negotiated with the devil and survived, but th

ed off t

ruined silk dress lay in a pathetic, chlorine-soaked heap. The de

owel around her body and cr

e living roo

as she moved quickly toward the half-open door of the walk-in clos

dark, custom-tailored suits and crisp dress shirts. There wasn't a single item of wo

d no c

uff dress shirt hanging on the end of the rack. She dropp

r thighs, and the fabric swallowed her small frame. She began roll

to the living

the balcony, a phone in his hand

n traveled slowly up the length of his black shirt draped over

hed down and tugged at the hem of the shirt,

permission to touch my clothes?" he asked, his voi

your account," Joanna said, forcing her v

rush, she completely failed to notice a microscopic, unfamiliar grey icon flashing briefly in the top corner of her screen-a silent digi

ed your security to escort me o

his phone down, his broad back facing her.

ed people," Carlton sneered, turning around to face her. "And

to be intimidated. "Keeping the media from getting a pho

closed the distance betwee

ton stopped right in front of her. He was so close she could feel the heat radia

sed hi

She braced herself, unsure

ainst her collarbone. He grabbed the fabric of the shirt an

ty shot through her nervous system. Her stomach flipped, and she pressed hersel

who cleaned up your mess today," he

ercom. "Leo. Bring a coat and a pair of flats to th

ng. Leo handed over a long trench c

he belt tightly around her waist, completely hiding the black shirt and her

aid stiffly, walki

d her as her hand touched the do

hout looking back, pulling the door o

shut. The penthouse f

ed slowly toward the bathroom. He looked down at the tr

call hou

fabric. He picked it up. The faint scent of he

ling away a dark possessiveness he no longer tried to suppress. The scent of her lingered in his domain, and he stood