Sold to Jade Neil
For a split second, I had wanted him to kiss me.
The thought made my cheeks burn with shame and panic. He was Jade Neil, an arrogant, unpredictable playboy who had declared war on me the night we moved in. He was supposed to be my enemy, my partner in a fake, forced arrangement. I couldn't afford to let my guard down around him. If I fell for his dangerous charm, I would lose the only thing I had left: my independence.
I took a deep, steadying breath, walking over to my vanity table to brush out my hair. "It was just adrenaline," I whispered to my reflection. "Nothing more."