The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool

d furiously against the hardw

w," Elizabet ordered the two maids

stopped dead in the center of the room. His hands gripped

ive, pristine king-sized bed. She held a dark blue s

as absolute ice. He reached for the call

ie against her chest and smiled, he

him that. The pure, uncalculated joy in her voice made his throat tight. But the memory of those sharp, calcula

u slept better last night than you have in months. She stay

e was testing something-probing for weakness. But he couldn't deny the trut

sound. "Earn her place? Sh

it the rug. She ran behind his wheelchair. Before he could

rves!" she an

knotted muscles at the base of his neck. She

r a second, but it was instantly followed by a rush of heat that melt

ked out of the room, pulling the heavy doors shut behind her. She didn't know what game the g

ent. The air grew

rgiann's wrist. His grip was tight

around to the front of his wheelchair, and squatted down on th

massage," she said, her

r helplessness burned in his gut. But his mind was racing. Last night, he had seen clarity i

d, but his voice

ed deep into the flesh of his legs, trac

, electric tingle s

. He stared down at her in absolute shock. He h

y focused on her hands. There was no trace of the idiot girl. S

sation spread, warming his frozen limbs. He found himself le

Georgiann's forehead. She let out a loud, exag

her own shoulders and looking

chest felt tight. Without thinking, he reached over to the ni

face, she pushed herself up on her knees. She reached out

of her fingers through the tissue sent a shockwa

g for the lie. "Who... are you?"

e blinked her large eyes. "Ge

ing stare from last night proved it. But the warmth in his chest, the feeling in his legs... he couldn't deny it.

ofa. But as she turned her back to him, a sly, victorious sm