Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal

The champagne splashes across his tuxedo before I can stop it.

Crystal liquid dripping down black silk.

Mothball-scented garland scattered at our feet in the elevator.

My boss.

My devastatingly handsome, silver-haired, untouchable boss.

And I’ve just drenched him.

Lucian Cross should fire me.

Instead, he laughs.

And then he invites me to his penthouse.

A blizzard rages outside.

Inside, there’s Bordeaux, firelight, and four years of buried tension ready to combust.

When he deals the cards for a scandalous game of strip twenty-one, I should walk away.

I should remember he’s twice my age.

That he’s my boss.

That one night could destroy everything I’ve built.

But I don’t.

I lose. Again and again.

And when he touches me, commands me, claims me, I want more.

I have plans — finish my degree, save for IVF, become a mother on my own.

No messy men. No dangerous distractions.

But then his text makes my pulse race.

His voice melts every boundary I built.

Now his car idles outside in the January snow,

And one choice will keep my life neat and controlled.

The other will burn it all down.

I think the scandal is sleeping with my silver-fox boss.

Until I realize the truth:

I’m already carrying his baby.