They were at his childhood home in Glen Eagles in fifteen minutes. Sitting around the fireplace and enjoying their mid-morning snack, his parents were pleasantly surprised to see him when he walked into the parlour with Eden in tow. "Sit!" He glowered at her, pointing at the loveseat in front of the French windows overlooking the back garden. Eden hesitated ever so briefly—as if she's debating whether to challenge him or not—before she sat down. "Mom, Dad," Liam began. "You both remember Eden, my new assistant. She has a few questions for you." Eden nodded and stammered all over his parents. "Mr and Mrs Anderson, it's a pleasure to see you again." "Please call me Lois," His mom laughed, her face beaming with delight. "'Mr and Mrs Anderson' makes us sound so old and stuffy, right, Clarke?" His father cleared his throat and nodded his agreement. "Yes, of course. How are your parents, my dear? It was wonderful seeing them after su

Eden was floored by Liam's announcement, the butterflies in her stomach skipping out of control again while her heart jumped to her throat. His half-empty bottle of wine didn't seem like a terrible idea now. Maybe a glass, half even, would do a fantastic job of calming her nerves because, quite frankly, her Evian water wasn't cutting it. But the last time she touched alcohol, she ended up in Liam's bed and pregnant with his child she's yet to inform him of. To avoid making another catastrophic mistake, Eden picked up her water instead, her hand trembling slightly. "I don't think that's going to be possible." "Why not?" Liam asked, his eyebrows shooting up. "You don't believe I can make you mine, Princess? You doubt me?" The only person Eden doubted in this whole thing was her. It would be so easy to give in to Liam, to be swept up in the excitement of possibility, to fall in love with the idea of 'what ifs' and allow herself to be consumed by

Eden was still recovering from Liam's announcement when he stunned her again with more revelations of his big plans for their future. "I'm too old to be running around and meeting up in hotels, and I sure as hell won't be waking up in your dinky little house." "Excuse me?" Eden seethed. Did he just insult her house? Did he know how much money she's poured into her place, all that love and time? "My house is hardly little or dinky!" She said, dumping her fork on her plate. "I've worked very hard to do up my place. So for you to insult it, it's truly disheartening, Mr Anderson." "It's Liam. No more 'Mr Anderson'," he reminded her. "And I'm sorry, it wasn't meant as an insult. I should have said it's not as big as this place and won't be comfortable. This place is perfect." "Perfect for what? Perfect for who?" "For us, of course!" Liam groaned and impatiently ran his hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing in her directi

On their way to Eden's place in Forrest Creek, Liam reminded her about the company's plans to sign Lydia Edwards as Anderson Logistics' brand ambassador. "How soon can we secure that meeting?" He asked, giving her a sidelong glance. "I haven't had a chance to chat to her," Eden admitted as she stared listlessly outside the window, at the high-rise apartments zooming by. "And frankly, I don't like using my connections—" Liam closed his eyes and breathed in hard, trying his best not lose his shit. But Eden was seriously testing his patience. "Listen to me carefully, Princess." He said, gritting his teeth. "Your insanely high salary hinges on this meeting." "But that's marketing's job." Eden insisted, her mouth set in a stubborn line as she crossed her arms and stared straight ahead. "And you are in the marketing area, aren't you?" Liam pointed out. "How many times do I have to tell you talent sourcing has tried many times to secure a mee

The plan for Eden was to sneak into work very early, like the crack of dawn early, so she could return Liam's blazer without attracting too much attention, and maybe before he even came in because, after last night, she was confused as fuck, and needed a moment to work through her feelings and his proposal. But sometimes, even the best-laid plans can go awry, as Eden discovered. She overslept. And by the time she made it to work—dressed in a drab grey dress, her hair pulled back in a low messy bun—both the visitors' and staff parking lots were already packed to capacity, and the building was just as full. Trying to sneak into Liam's office was no longer an option. The seductive dragon was very likely already sitting on his throne, waiting for her to crawl to him and beg to be pleased, like he had last night. Boy, did he please her! She'd spent the whole night, tossing and turning, reliving every little moment on that couch, eve