Page 77 of Wicked Praise

Her brother slid his hands into his pockets and stared at her. “Insider trading, Bella. I told you. You could risk prison.”

“We discussed that. He realizes I have no ability to single-handedly change that. I’ve offered him shares. Plus, my lawyers are covering all the conflicts of interest.”

“It’s still a risk.” He huffed.

“Kennedy sells millions of products. I could legit fall in love with someone who was in the same business.”

“Not someone whose business is struggling like Blake’s.”

He did have a point.

“Which is why he is financially motivated,” Bella said. “Please. Trust me. And don’t tell Dad or the others.”

“We don’t keep secrets.” Knox growled low.

She sighed.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Fine. But I want to see the contract.”

That was a no, but she let it go. Growing up with possessive brothers, she’d learned to pick her battles.

The contract was sound. They’d even put in clauses if Blake turned out to be violent, like her father. The lawyers had thought of everything.

Bella heard the buzzer ring.

Dinner with the Dufort’s. Oh, my God.

As she stood, she wiped her hands down her jeans and straightened her blazer. Then she walked through her apartment and opened the front door.

Wow.

Her heart skipped a beat as Blake stood there with a side smirk and hand in his jean pocket, leaning on her doorjamb.

Christ, he’s gorgeous.

Then he pushed away from it and crossed the short distance, pulling her into his arms and slamming his mouth down on hers.

I’m so toast.

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