Legally Charming のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

It suddenly bothered her that she had no idea what Jared looked like. Being in his personal space like this was oddly intimate, and it felt strange seeing so much of the man without ever having seen his face. As an artist, all she did was think about what things and people looked like. Not being able to see the features or the build of the man who lived here was unsettling.Layla had said he was thirty and panty-melting hotbut not as hot as Tanner, of course. Layla wasn't the type of girl to really eye another man when she was happily in love, but she did appreciate beauty of the masculine variety. Felicity had laughed at the thought. She'd never seen any guy worth calling panty-melting hot, at least none outside of the movies. Layla said that Jared could give Jamie Dornan a run for his money on hotness and intensity.Layla's words came back to her, and she smiled as she could hear her friend's voice so clearly in her head. "You know what I'm talking about. Tanner is all sorts of bro

The cell phone alarm buzzed, a light musical chime accompanying the vibrations. Felicity fumbled on the nightstand for the phone and silenced it.6:00 a.m. Two and a half hours until her American Colonial Art paper was due. The urge to get up and get moving just wasn't there. The bed was warm, and she felt safe. The last thing she wanted to do was get up and think about a bunch of colonists and loyalists duking it out in the seventeen hundreds and how that had affected painting styles in Colonial America. Right now she wanted to stay where she was, cocooned in heat, and drift back to that pleasant place between being awake and dreaming.It was then she noticed the long, muscled arm curled around her waist, tucking her back against a hard, warm body.What theAnother rattling buzz. This time it came from the other side of the bed. She rolled over, careful not to wake the man in bed next to her. A wall of muscled male chest met her face. Her gaze raked up the bare torso of the man to

At a quarter till eleven, Felicity printed off the last page of her term paper from the library computer system and hastily stapled it and her resource list as well as her painting examples to the back. Then she slipped it into a clean, crisp black binder.She was done. The relief of finishing such an intense research project was immense. She'd been working on this paper for two months, and now she could start on something new for next semester. Felicity left the library and headed toward the classroom building across the narrow sidewalk, tugging her coat up to keep out the cold wind. Her professor always preferred to collect term papers in person in his classroom rather than at his office. She had a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed heightening the tension by making everyone wait in line to hand it to him.When she arrived at the classroom, a group of students were standing in a small circle showing their papers to each other and muttering as they examined each other's work. Felicity wa

Licking her lips, she ignored the little rush of nervousness as she gave him back the glass. His fingers curled around the glass, brushing hers. He walked into her kitchen and set the glass in her sink and then turned around to look at her, leaning back on the counter, elbows propped on the edge."So, you still up for Sargent?" he asked.Felicity picked up the bag of ice from the floor and stood. "Yeah, I think so. Looking at art will make my headache go away."One of his brows lifted, doubt shadowing his lips in a faint frown."I promise. I'm fine."He pushed away from the counter and walked over to her. "Okay, princess. Art it is." He took the ice bag from her and then tossed it in the sink."Thanks for everything." She meant it. The man had taken care of her. She'd always taken care of herself and sometimes, to a small extent, her parents. They'd all had to work hard, and she knew she couldn't ask her parents to support her when they had it rough."You seem surprised." Jared'

They entered the Italian Village, and Felicity hesitated at the crush of people just inside the door. Tourists flooded the stairway, but Jared kept walking up the stairs, ignoring the line. At the reception desk he smiled at the girl holding the menus and taking names."Maria, tell Angelo that Jared Redmond wants double his usual order to go."Maria, a curvy caramel-skinned girl, winked and trotted off toward the kitchen."Angelo?" Felicity asked."A buddy of mine. We both went to University of Nebraska. He got into the Culinary Institute of America before moving here, and I went off to Creighton for law. We kept in touch.""Redmond! Tu cane! Non hai detto che saresti dovuto venire da stasera!" A booming masculine voice reverberated around them as a handsome man, definitely Italian, strode toward them from a swinging door that led back to the kitchen. Dressed in a white double-breasted jacket and black pants, the man, Angelo, removed his white toque hat and tucked it under one ar