Page 101 of His Rules

“You’re right, although I didn’t intend to hurt her. She is the most incredible person I’ve ever met in my life. She’s the kind of light that allows a man to flourish even in the blackest of nights.”

I slunk around the corner into the living room, slowly removing the wig. “You really think that?”

Stephanie’s expression was one of awe.

“I do,” he said in a soft and rugged voice.

“I think I’ll go shopping. Or maybe I’ll go hunting for a romantic man myself.” My bestie grabbed her keys and purse, gathering her laptop and giving me a mischievous smile before walking out the door leaving us alone.

He was absolutely the hottest man alive. “You should be modeling,” I said.

“You think?”

“I do.”

Sebastian inched closer. “It’s worth a thought.”

“Any news?” I asked, still nervous around the man.

“Other than there’s a mandatory board meeting at nine in the morning, no.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Don’t worry, Kacey. I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“But what about solid evidence?”

He chuckled. “I have enough.”

“I can help you. I tailed him earlier. He was talking to someone and mentioned it had to end now.”

His eyes flashed and he pointed his finger at me. “You will not get involved. Do you understand?”

“But I can help.”

“You are perfectly capable of doing anything you set your mind to, but that’s what worries me. You’re going to dig yourself a grave and I refuse to allow that to happen. Remember, my rules. And you will obey me.”

I gave him a funny look. “Why, yes, sir.”

“I’m not kidding, Kace. You have no understanding of how ruthless Drake can be.”

“But you’re merciless.”

He grinned as he allowed his gaze to fall. “Interesting outfit.”

“Changing the subject on me?”

“There’s no need to discuss it any further. You’re going to do nothing. My orders.”

“You like pink and purple?” Orders, shmorders. I wasn’t the kind of girl to play by anyone’s rules.

“On you I’d like anything, but it’s even better when you’re wearing nothing.” He inched even closer until we were only a foot apart.

I tossed the wig onto the end table and tugged at the pin holding my long hair in place. “We were doing a little sleuthing. I didn’t want to be recognized.”

“You were? Not a good idea. I don’t want my baby hurt.”

“I’m your baby?” I took a small step closer until the scent of the man wafted into my system. As always, around him I was on fire.

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