“Go, child. I’ll cover for you.”
Bless her sweet heart.
The familiar, deep raspy voice of her uncle carried over the crowd.
Shit. Her uncle was headed their way, most likely to take her aunt home, but that wasn’t the problem. With him came another set of stiff, by-the-book trench coats.
“I’ll call you when I land.” Her aunt shoved a set of keys into her hands. With a quick peck on the cheek, Esmeralda waved at her approaching uncle and ducked around a few distant relatives huddled under several black umbrellas on the steps. From the few words she caught, someone thought the tainted past of the late Morgan and his troubled daughter served as a hot topic to whisper about. The chilled wind carried faint notes of words like untrustworthy and tainted.
Anger bubbled in the pit of her stomach until a bitter taste entered her mouth. Not that she wanted to give any excuses, but her life choices were no one else’s business. Now that she was set to take over, they’d either have to accept her past or not. She didn’t quite care. She’d fallen in love with the enemy ages ago, but fate had other plans. And for that they wanted to label her as a villain? Screw them!
She might not have the best hearing, but even the dead could pick up on the shameful tone tossed her way. Once tainted in the eyes of the high and mighty of her father’s inner circles there was no going back. Money didn’t make you a decent human being. These people were more vicious than wild animals.
Trying not to catch the tip of her heel on jagged bricks of the walkway, she didn’t bother to acknowledge any of the old hens mixed up with a few well-creased suits. No one had time for that crap or fake sentiments. She risked a glance at her watch as she reached the graveled road.
With a double click, the doors to the Town Car flicked open and she slid in and not a moment too soon. Several trench coats were already weaving through the crowd to catch up. “Sorry.” She hit the lock switch and turned over the motor. “Not this time, boys.”
Having Morgan as a surname made bodyguards one more thing she had to deal with on a regular basis.
But not today. Esmeralda hit the little green button on her cell phone before the first full ring finished.
“Ms. Esmeralda Morgan, I’m calling about your travel arrangements.” Curt and to the point. Her father’s secretary never cracked a smile or, God forbid, exchanged pleasantries.
“Yes, Ms. Stevens.” With the phone tossed to the passenger side, Esmeralda craned her neck around to check for passing cars, not that there would be many on a single lane cemetery road, but hey, one tended to be a little more careful when the view out the windshield was acres of stone slabs in a variety of sizes.
“I’m calling to confirm your flight times. I have you for an eleven-thirty departure.”
How could she forget? “I’ll be there. Thank you for the reminder, Ms. Stevens.” With a flick across the smooth glass, she ended the call and stuffed the phone back into her coat pocket, mentally adding a note to pick up something on her trip to smooth the rough edges of her soon-to-be assistant.
Just the thought of dealing with Stevens on a daily basis made her pulse plummet.
She had one more stop and then she could be on her way. Executing her father’s last wishes in secrecy took some finagling, but the end was in sight.
The drive passed in a blur and within minutes of stowing her single carry-on, the skies opened up and drowned out the shrinking skyline of New York City.
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RED HOT SERIES
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Red Hot Naughty Vixen
Red Hot Dirty Rebel
STANDALONES
Unwrapping His Christmas Virgin
Guarding Their Valentine
Hard Irish Mobster
Dirty Little Blackmailer
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The Professors’ Sweet Treat
The Professor’s Bought Bride
The Professor’s Sweet Virgin
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Mercy for Three
Honor for Three
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