"Come to me, Harper."
With a gasp, Harper bolted upright in bed. And cursed.
That rumbly, velvet voice called to her day and night; tempting her and teasing her with a promise of sexual satisfaction. Worse, the words snaked over her skin like demanding hands, making raw need inflate inside her—an overwhelming pressure that had nowhere to go. Her whole body felt hypersensitive, edgy, and tingly.
Cursing him to hell and back, she clambered out of bed and headed for the kitchen area, where she switched on the coffee machine.
She had seen him twice during the past week; on both occasions he had collected her from the studio and taken her to dinner. It had been a different restaurant each time. He was clearly trying to ensure as many demons as possible saw them together.
