This was one that tugged at her full lips, causing a slight wrinkle at the corner of her eye, a rosy circle forming in her cheek.
I wanted to see the goddamn words that were written on the card.
I wanted to know who had this kind of power to cause such a reaction from her.
Was this a woman in lust?
Or worse, a woman in love?
Those questions didn’t break through the ice. Instead, they made the glacier even thicker.
I wanted Hannah Dalton to be mine.
The fact that she wasn’t just made me angry.
Angry that she was my intern and I knew it wasn’t appropriate to have a relationship with someone at work, especially with her being a subordinate. Angry that she was a Dalton and I had already been warned by Dominick. Angry that our first time together had been an evening she didn’t remember
