Published by Waltham Publishing on June 3, 2015
Genres: Adult Fiction, Romance, Suspense
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Pearce Kensington. Age 25. Billionaire. Graduate of the Ivy League. Future CEO. Member of a powerful secret society.
His life is complicated. Dark. Lonely. Dangerous. So when he meets Rachel, a kind, sweet, beautiful grad student, he tells himself to stay away. He’s no good for her. And yet, she’s good for him. A ray of light in his very dark world.
She’s everything he’s ever wanted but didn’t think he could have. But being with her will bring her into his world. A world she doesn’t belong in. A world he wants to escape. A world he’ll have to hide from her in order to keep her safe.
He should let her go. But he can’t. He loves her. He needs her. So he’ll risk everything to be with her.
I pop up from my chair and go around the desk. “Welcome to the museum.”
He smiles. “Thank you. You weren’t kidding. It’s very small.”
“It’s good to see you again.” I hug him but he just stands there, rigid, his arms at his side. Oh, God, this is awkward. Why did I hug him? Shelby’s right. I need to get control of the hugging thing.
I release him and step back, my cheeks heating up. “Sorry. I kind of have a hugging problem.”
He’s still smiling. “It’s not a problem. It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it. I’m not used to people hugging me.”
“No. I honestly can’t remember the last time someone hugged me. Childhood, maybe?”
“Are you serious?” He doesn’t answer so I say, “Well, that’s just wrong. Of course, this is coming from someone who hugs everyone. Even the mailman. Even people I don’t know. Anyway, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” He motions me toward him. “Come here. Let’s do it right this time.”
I step forward and hug him again. This time, he hugs me back. For someone who doesn’t hug much, he’s pretty good.
When he lets go, I say, “Next time, maybe do it a little tighter.”
He laughs. “Did you just critique my hug?”
“No, I’m just making a suggestion. It’s strictly personal preference. I tend to like a tight hug.”
“The few hugs I’ve had have been very distant hugs, limited to the upper body only. So to me, that was a tight hug.”
“Okay, well, ready to start the tour?” I walk over to the first display.
“Get back over here.”
I look at him confused. “Why?”
“Because I don’t like not being good at things. I need to do the hug again.”
I’m trying not to laugh because this is really funny. He’s taking this so seriously. But it’s fine with me. I’ll take another hug. I like being in his arms.
I hug him again and this time he hugs me tighter. It’s almost perfect, but then he lets go.
“How was that?” he asks.
“It was good.” I take his hand and lead him over to the display case. “But next time, don’t let go so soon. Let me, or whatever girl you’re hugging, let go first, and then you can let go.”
“I wasn’t aware there were so many rules to hugging.” He leans down and talks in my ear. “And just so we’re clear, the only woman I’ll be hugging is you.”