All Chapters of IRRESISTIBLE PLEASURES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ISABELLA “I swear to God, Chloe, if you make me drink another glass of this thing, I will personally ruin your birthday cake.” Chloe burst out laughing, nearly spilling champagne down the front of her glittering silver dress. “You have been threatening me for the past twenty minutes, Isabella, and yet here you are, holding another glass.” I looked down at the champagne in my hand, then back at my best friend, who was wearing the most annoyingly satisfied smile I had ever seen. “Because you keep putting it in my hand!” “Then stop drinking it, genius.” I narrowed my eyes at her before taking another sip. She screamed with laughter. Honestly, I hated her sometimes. Not really, of course, but if friendship came with a refund policy, Chloe would have been the first person I returned to the manufacturer. The music thundered through the luxurious ballroom, drowning out conversations as elegantly dressed guests danced beneath enormous crystal chandeliers. Everywhere I looked, there w

My New Boss Is the Devil ISABELLA By eight thirty on Monday morning, I had decided that champagne was a terrible invention, beautiful strangers were a threat to women’s peace of mind, and Chloe deserved to be arrested for encouraging my bad decisions. My head was pounding as I hurried through the entrance of Blackwood International, clutching my handbag in one hand and a takeaway coffee in the other while trying not to trip over my own feet. I had spent most of Sunday pretending that Friday night had never happened, but the memory of Adrian’s lips kept returning whenever I closed my eyes, which was particularly inconvenient because I had an entire career to focus on. This was my first week at Blackwood International, and I had worked too hard to secure my junior administrative position to ruin it by daydreaming about a stranger whose surname I didn’t even know. Besides, I had already embarrassed myself enough by leaving his hotel room without saying goodbye, and I had no intentio

YOU DON’T OWN ME ISABELLA I should have known dinner with Daniel would become a problem the moment Adrian saw us leaving the office together. Daniel was one of the marketing executives, and after spending most of the afternoon helping me understand a project Adrian had assigned to me, he invited me to dinner with a few colleagues. It was a perfectly ordinary invitation, and since I had no intention of spending every evening trapped in my apartment thinking about my infuriating boss, I accepted. Unfortunately, Adrian had other ideas. “Miss Hart,” he called as Daniel and I approached the elevator, “I trust you remember that you’re representing this company at tomorrow’s presentation.” I turned toward him. “Of course, sir. I’ve already prepared the documents.” “Good. I would hate for you to become distracted by activities that interfere with your responsibilities.” His gaze shifted briefly to Daniel before returning to me. I narrowed my eyes. “Are you trying to tell me something,

THE PROBLEM WITH FALLING FOR MY BOSS ISABELLA Adrian Blackwood had become suspiciously reasonable, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. He no longer summoned me to discuss meaningless details, and when he needed something, he asked instead of issuing orders as though the entire world existed to serve him. He had even started asking before touching me, which was particularly noticeable one morning when he reached for a folder beside my hand, paused, and said, “May I?” I blinked at him. “Are you asking permission to pick up a folder?” “Would you prefer I take it without asking?” “No, but I might need to sit down. This is a historic moment.” His mouth curved into a smile before he took the folder, and I spent the next five minutes wondering why that tiny expression had affected me more than it should have. The changes didn’t stop there. He remembered how I liked my coffee, started bringing me lunch when our schedules became ridiculous, and occasionally allowed himself to laugh at my joke

LOVING YOU IS NOT LOSING MYSELF ISABELLA My apartment was finally ready, and I should have been excited to return to my own space. Instead, I stood outside Adrian’s office with a folder in my hand, listening to a conversation that made my stomach twist. “I don’t think you understand how serious this has become,” Marcus was saying. “You’ve changed your entire routine around her.” “I know.” “And if she leaves?” There was a brief silence before Adrian answered. “She’s become the one person I cannot afford to lose.” My fingers tightened around the folder. Marcus lowered his voice, but I could still hear him. “Is it because of what happens when she touches you?” I stopped breathing. “It’s more complicated than that,” Adrian replied. I didn’t wait to hear the rest. I walked away before either of them could discover me, carrying a terrible weight in my chest that grew heavier with every step. Perhaps I should have asked Adrian what he meant. Perhaps I should have trusted him en