She’s done waiting for what
she really wants…
Aspiring fashion designer Adelaide Song wants to prove she’s more than just a pampered heiress. All she needs is a little courage—and the help of deliciously sexy Michael Reynolds, her childhood crush, and her brother’s best friend. But when her secret crush turns into an illicit liaison, Adelaide realizes mixing business with pleasure spells trouble for all her plans…
Aspiring fashion designer Adelaide Song wants to prove she’s more than just a pampered heiress. All she needs is a little courage—and the help of deliciously sexy Michael Reynolds, her childhood crush, and her brother’s best friend. But when her secret crush turns into an illicit liaison, Adelaide realizes mixing business with pleasure spells trouble for all her plans…
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“Michael,
What are you doing here?” she asked, her expression schooled into a bored,
sardonic smirk.
Michael
ran his hand through his hair and tugged a fistful at the top of his head. His
scalp felt stretched too tight.
“So her
majesty, Grace Song, summoned you to check on me.” Angry splashes of color
stained her cheeks. “Since when have you been her errand boy?”
“Addy…”
“Don’t.
Call. Me. That.” She pivoted and marched away from him.
“Damn
it.” He went after her and stopped her trajectory by taking a firm grip of her
hand. “She’s worried about you. Worried enough to call me to find you. What
happened between you two?”
“We
argued because I’m sick of being treated like a child. Ironically, I ran out of
the house sobbing like one.” The rage vibrating through Adelaide seeped out of
her, and her shoulders drooped in fatigue. “I could understand why she’s
worried. She hasn’t seen me cry since I was seven. But enough is enough. I
can’t go on like this.”
Now he
understood why Mrs. Song had called him. Adelaide’s older brother, Garrett, was
in New York with his wife and daughter, and Colin was probably unreachable. She
had wanted this kept close to the family. Michael wasn’t family, but growing
up, he’d spent more time at the Songs’ than at home. Plus, he was their
publicist. She knew he’d be discreet about whatever state he found Adelaide in.
“I’m
ready take my place at Hansol, but Hal-muh-nee shut me down with another ‘maybe
next year.’ Hansol is my family’s legacy, and I want to be a part of its
future.” Adelaide’s voice trailed off into a sad, forlorn sigh, and Michael
wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to chase her sadness away, but the best
he could do was listen. “She’s been saying that for the last two years. And
next time when I ask her again, it’ll be the same answer. She doesn’t believe I
have anything to contribute. I’m nothing but a clueless child to her.”
“That
can’t be true. You’re one of the smartest people I know,” he said, running his
hand through the silky strands of her long hair. Her arms tightened around him.
“You’re far from being a clueless child, and your grandmother knows that better
than anyone.”
“Then
why is she keeping me out of Hansol?” She leaned back to meet his eyes. “She’s
afraid I’ll tarnish Hansol’s reputation. She hasn’t forgiven me for my college
days. Most of the crap in the tabloids didn’t even have a grain of truth in
them. Yes, I partied hard and dated more than my fair share of guys, but I’m
not an eighteen-year-old anymore.”
“I can’t
imagine your grandmother being that small-minded. There has to be another
reason, but you know her better than me. Besides, if that’s what you think,
there’s an easy fix.” His arms still encircled her waist, and he was drawing
slow circles on her lower back. When his brain registered what his hand was
doing, he coughed and dropped his arms.
Adelaide
arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. He didn’t know if it was because she
was waiting to hear his suggestion or because of his hurried step away from
her. “Tell me more about this easy fix.”
His mind
went blank. Her crossed arms had the effect of a bustier, pulling her breasts
close and lifting them high. The sexy-as-hell scene at the club must have
short-circuited his brain. He beat away his heightened awareness and focused on
the shadowy outlines of the plan that had formed in his head.
About the Author
Jayci Lee writes poignant, funny, and sexy romance. She
lives in sunny California with her tall-dark-and-handsome husband, two amazing
boys with boundless energy, and a fluffy rescue whose cuteness is a major
distraction. She is semi-retired from her 15-year career as a defense
litigator and writes full-time now. She loves food, wine, and traveling, just
like her characters. Books have always helped her grow, dream, and heal. She
hopes her books will do the same for you.
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