Rose couldn't tell whether or not she wanted this trip to the mansion to end at once or if it lasted forever. She didn't consider herself an exhibitionist and certainly the shame would haunt her forever if they were caught, but there was something about having one of Aaron's hands shoved inside her pants while the other was on the steering wheel was making her feel like she was capable of coming right then and there. Well, in the first place, she was the one who unbuttoned and unzipped her pants to let him caress her pussy, but, in her defense, it was he who started teasing her through the fabric of her jeans until she couldn't take it anymore.Lip clamped between her teeth, she saw the path outside the window go by in a flash, certainly faster than traffic laws allowed, as she braced her hands on the seat so she could roll her hips against his hand as discreetly as possible. Not that she thought anyone could really see through the smoky windows of that car, but still, Rose fel

“Oh, Adele, allow me to be the first of our guests to congratulate you on your engagement.” the old woman, who seemed to be leading the other two, broke into an extremely white smile, her blue eyes narrowing with pure malice, and while Aaron would never be able to remember the name of an insufferable high society crone like that, the look on his grandmother's face told him all there was to know about that guest's intentions.“I appreciate it, Melanie. And thank you so much for being here in person today. When I sent the invitation to Westcote, I never thought it would be you coming to represent your family.” Adele commented, with the haughty posture Aaron always saw his grandmother assume when she got defensive.“My daughter-in-law is always busy with her business in the Middle East at this time of year, so obviously I couldn't let our family pass up an event as important as your grandson's engagement. And, I'm glad I did. You certainly know h

“And so we can mix the ingredients better and make a perfect pineapple wine jelly. Come on, don't be shy, you can taste it.” Rose smiled at the new recruits who were standing around the kitchen counter in the pastry shop, watching intently as she made her new stuffing recipe.As the young interns began to eat, happy as children, Rose turned away from the counter and practically ran to the kitchen door, where it was more airy, when she heard a whimper that she knew very well. Carefully, she lifted the hood of the pram leaning against the door, smiling to find a pair of large, obsidian-black eyes looking around with a mixture of distrust and curiosity, until they seemed to notice she was there and immediately the whimpering turned into a real cry."Oh, it's okay, Alice." Rose chuckled at her sly little girl, picking her up and causing the squealing to stop immediately, replaced by a happily babbling “Mommy is here now.”“Sorry again for mak

Simon knew he was acting like he was 8 years old again, hiding in corners and just observing everything around him, letting shyness get the better of him, instead of doing what he really wanted to do. But dammit, whenever he glanced in Grace's direction, his heart raced, his palms turned cold, and he was more certain than ever that he still didn't have the courage to walk up to her and simply introduce himself. Not if it meant his looks might disappoint her and she wanted to stop being friends with him.Of course, he also knew he shouldn't have taken advantage of the fact that she had told him where her college was and given him the opportunity to go there and see her, on the day he knew Grace would be coming to apply, but... He wanted so much to see her up close. Or, at least, from a few meters away, as he was doing now, sitting at one of the tables in the college cafeteria, while he watched Grace standing in line near one of the rooms, hugging some documents and looking very

“Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Evans.” Mr. Conti touched Simon's shoulder in a friendly way as the waiter poured a glass of whiskey at the table he was sitting at "It's a pleasure to have you here again."“Thanks again for the invitation.” Simon forced himself to smile, since, of all the people he had met since he had started making a lot of money and being invited to that kind of high society club, Mr. Conti and his wife seemed to be one of the few people who were being genuinely kind to him.“Let me say hello to my other guests, but I'll be back here shortly so we can talk a little, yes?” the old man smiled, as if he knew perfectly well that Simon would not fit in easily here among all these men who were twice his age and never had to worry for once in their lives about what they were going to eat the next day “Why don't you try to take a walk and meet the other gentlemen? I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun.”Suppressing a sigh, Simon just smiled a little and nodde