The Genius Heiress Plays The Fool

the nightstand glowed

red at the dark ceiling. His legs throbbed with a dull, heavy ache, a

into a tight ball on the leather sofa. Half of her thin bl

the edge of his wheelchair, and dragged his dead weight into the seat.

gers brushing the fabri

pped open, and in the dim light, they were sharp and intensely alert, like a cornere

ed his a

per body pitched forward, crashing down onto the ed

illa and sleep on her skin. The heat radiat

the hem of his silk robe. Her thumb found a thick bundle of hardened t

eg. He let out a choked gasp. But an instant later, the

e big toe on his r

short-circuited. He stared at his foot, his breathing ragged. The sensation conf

ed over, presenting her back to him. "Massage... feel good.

pushed himself up with his powerful arms, hauling his dead weight b

orgiann's back, a storm of suspicion

are not disturbed," she said, her tone deliberately loud enough for the staff to hear. "Since she'

st of his chair. "Elizabet!" he roared. The only answer was the fading click of her heels down the hallway, lea

und, his chest heavin

the closed door, then at Charlton. A cold sm

imbed onto his bed. She patted the empty pillo

ed at her. "G

h tears. She pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Ge

e hated that it worked on him. He rubbed his temp

his dead legs up, collapsing onto the far edge. He pulled the covers over his chest and t

Under the covers, she flashed

under his skin, the specific pattern of nerve degradation-it wasn't spinal damage from a crash. Just as she had deduced from her past

dark. I will find them.