All Chapters of Tempted By Dr. Dangerous: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elena’s Maya has this laugh that fills a room. Always has. Since we were young and she convinced me to sneak out of my parents’ house through a bathroom window, that laugh has been the thing that makes everything feel lighter. Easier. Like whatever is happening can’t be that serious if Maya is laughing about it. She’s laughing now, and I haven’t even gotten to the hard part yet. “Wait.” She holds up one hand, the other pressed flat to her chest like she’s trying to keep her heart from escaping. “Jaxon. Jaxon asked you out.” “Maya—” “Jaxon? Hot sexy therapist- Jaxon with the broad shoulders.” “Please don’t—” “Elena.” She grabs my wrist across the kitchen island, her nails a perfect deep burgundy against my skin. “Girl. The man is gorgeous. Like, offensively attractive. Like he should be on a billboard somewhere making women drive into telephone poles.” I pull my wrist back gently and wrap both hands around my coffee mug. It’s warm. I need something to hold onto. “He asked me

Jaxon Elena walked in wearing green. Not the kind of green that disappears into a room — deep, fitted. Whether she meant it or not, every time that door opened, I looked forward to see what she was wearing and my whole chest tightens every time like someone had cinched a belt around it. I didn’t say anything about it. I didn’t say anything about Saturday either. I was scared she’d admit she didn’t mean it if I brought it up. I couldn’t afford for that to be true. Not yet.She sat down across from me the way she always did, knees together, hands twisting at each other, restless. I noticed. I notice everything. You don’t survive as long as I have in this life by missing the small things.“So, um.” She cleared her throat. “How does this work?”“How does what work, Elena?” She looked up at me. “You and I.”“Well.” I leaned back in my chair, unhurried. “First off, if this is going to work, we’re going to need some ground rules.”“Rules?” Her brows pulled together.“Yes.” I kept it s

Elena A subtle knock on my door jolts me from my thoughts immediately. I barely have time to think of who it might be, before assuming it’s a maid and going to open the door. I’m surprised when I find Marcus at the other end. A frown makes its way on to my face instantly. “How can I help you?” I ask, standing by the door and refusing to let him in. “Can we talk, please? Inside.” He asks. I hesitate. Whatever he has to say, he can say it here. It’s his fault we’re leaving like this. A married couple sleeping in separate rooms because the husband couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Maya was right. I really should get these people out of my house. I honestly have no idea why I hesitate every time I think about it. It’s not money. I have money. From my inheritance. Even the amount I had saved up from when I used to model. I’d be more than fine if Marcus and I get a divorce. So, why the hell haven’t I filed for one? “We can talk here. Make it fast.” “I’d prefer not to

Jaxon The heavy oak front door clicks shut, sealing the humid Manhattan night out and locking the two of us inside the quiet luxury of my brownstone. I shed my suit jacket, tossing it over the baneter, before turning my full attention to Elena. She stands in the dim foyer, looking around with wide, expressive eyes that take in the high ceilings."Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, my voice smooth, pitch-perfect. "Wine, perhaps?""Wine sounds perfect, Jaxon," she murmurs, stepping further into the light. She reaches for the zipper of her heavy winter coat, sliding it down. "Your house is beautiful. It looks exactly like you—meticulous… dark.”"I'll take that as a compliment," I reply with a low chuckle, stepping into the kitchen to pour two glasses of a deep, velvety Barolo.When I walk back into the living room and hand her the crystal glass, my breath catches slightly. Without her coat, her curves are on full display, hugged tightly by a ribbed knit dress that accentuates

The afternoon light cuts clean through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Marcus Vance’s office, throwing long rectangles of gold across the mahogany desk he spent three months picking out. He leans back in his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee, the kind of posture that shows he’s the boss.“Senator Briggs, I understand your concern completely, and I want to assure you that the restructuring of the trust won’t affect your holdings in any significant —” He pauses, listening, turning a pen between his fingers. “No, sir. Not a single asset moves without your direct authorization. That’s my guarantee to you personally.” He smiles at whatever comes back through the line. “Exactly. Golf Thursday, we’ll go over the full breakdown then. My assistant will confirm the — “The door opens. No knock. Just opensThree men fill the frame in a way that has nothing to do with their physical size, though they are large — the kind of large that comes from specific, intentional living. Dark clothes, no