Dante

“Sit down here,” I instructed Honey firmly when we walked into my study.

I kept it fairly tidy to keep all my affairs in order. I knew where all my important paperwork was, and also everything that could possibly incriminate me.

The sundress swished around her legs as she obeyed, sitting in my leather swivel chair. I caught the scent of her hair as she sat down. For a girl that had been running around all morning, she had no right smelling that ...