J.T. Geissinger

“Let it be. Accept that you have warring factions inside you. If you’re living by your core values, all the second-guessing is just noise you can give yourself permission to ignore.”

“He could be Jack the Ripper and I’d still let him come all over my tits.”

People say time heals all wounds, but those people are assholes.

What if this whole love thing wasn’t meant to work out for either one of us, and in the end

“I want everything you have to give, Natalie, for as long as you want to give it to me.”

The arrogant, entitled, contemptuous look certain wealthy people wear. That expression of exaggerated self-importance you have when you’re going around being billionare-y all over the place and sneering at the common folk like me.”

His eyes darken, and so does his energy. He gazes at me in silence for a moment, then says, “You’re anything but common. And I’d never sneer at you, Emery. Never at you.”

You’re something much better than beautiful. And when we’re married, I’ll tell you what it is.”

“Yes. I want you to hire my best friend’s husband to work for your company.”

“Done. Next?”

I blink in surprise. “Don’t you even want to know what he does?”

“I don’t care what he does. We’ll find a position for him. And we’ll pay him double his former salary.”

That’s too important to go unchallenged. “Oh, yeah? What if he was making a million a year?”

Callum sighs.

“Okay, fine, he wasn’t making a million a year. I just don’t understand how you can promise to hire someone you don’t know anything about.”

In a hot, dark voice, he says, “Because my wife asked me to. And I’ll give her anything she wants.”

, “No. I don’t care what other women think of me. Because they’re not you.”

I say flatly, “Put in a clause about murder being an acceptable way for me to end the marriage.”

“Darling,” he purrs, “you’re so adorable when you’re angry.”