Becca.

“Sofia’s having dinner with us?” I repeated, watching as James tied a very smart tie around his neck.

“Yes. She’s a guest. I thought it would be a good opportunity for her to meet and spend time with the family,” James replied, flipping his collar back down and pulling on a jacket.

I’d come into James’s room, all ready to tell him off, only to see him putting on one of his sexiest suits. My little green monster began causing me to ...