LOGIN“We should watch the rest,” I tell him, though my voice is shaky. “No,” Miles says, more firmly. I breathe a sigh of relief. For my job, I know we have to hear it. But personally, I would like to go the rest of my life without even thinking about Edward Zimmer again. “The numbers are already u
Edward’s response comes in the form of a video message. Crystal set it up on the television on the wall, while Miles and I huddle closer to the screen. Miles holds tightly onto my hand. “Whatever happens. Whatever he says. We will stand against him and we will win,” he says. I believe him. Last
How could I say anything but yes? A thousand times over, yes, yes, yes. I’ve tried so hard since that first night, sleeping with Miles while thinking him a call boy, to not fall in love with him. Yet, as hard as I tried not to, my heart kept pulling me straight back to him. My love for Miles is so
We hold the press conference in front of the headquarters, setting up a podium outside the double doors. The news media organizations have been notified, so they send reporters and cameramen, who have set up around the podium. The release we sent out already told them that the conference would be
Later, I’m going to have to have a meeting and call in all the employees to discuss this. Their care is appreciated, but I need to be able to do my job. For now, though, it seems as if Crystal gets the hint. With a shallow nod, she continues her report. “Mr. Zimmer has been quiet since the inter
Garnar, knowing I was giving a difficult interview tonight, offered to watch the kids. Since they are at Garnar’s house, I expected the house to be empty when I finally returned. Instead, I see Miles’s car parked in my driveway and the additional security staked out around the premises. It’s a rel
“Do me a favor. Do you have a mirror in your room?” he asks.“I do. Over the dresser.”“Good. Stand in front of it and start your camera app on your phone.”I go through the motions, my heart picking up speed. I pray he isn’t teasing me again. God, I want Miles so much. If even a fraction of what he
“I’m sorry, Esther,” he says, but doesn’t really seem all that sorry with a grin on his face.“We don’t have a pleasure relationship,” I argue.He shrugs. “I’ve seen you naked.”“That was the past.”He leans forward again. “I still dream about it.”Just like that, my blush returns full blast. This t
Rita even says, “You’ve got my vote, kid.”After Pastor Rockwell, the interview finally, blessedly, ends.“We thank you for your time tonight, Representative Hamilton,” I say.“Please, Esther. I insist you call me Miles.” He flashes that charming grin again and my heartrate kicks up, even if it’s al
When I make my way to my desk, the entire cubicle pit is buzzing about the new rumors. Miles agreeing to an interview with a competitor has the entire office in an uproar. Most people are excitedly sharing the news and their opinions. Many are stressed or annoyed. Only Amber looks actively depressed







