Holiday Hoax (Discreet Paperback) Web of Betrayal I spend hours burying myself

I spend hours burying myself in work

He doesn't remember me

My sister and Bobby didn't disappoint me

"I was the master at Twister

Holiday Hoax (Discreet Paperback) Web of Betrayal I spend hours burying myselfGeorgia's at her desk. She crosses, then uncrosses her legs. The pencil skirt she's wearing hits mid thigh when she's seated. Her blouse is buttoned up, but a peek of her cleavage shows through. My raging hard on returns, and that's before she looks up at me, beaming. She drawls, "Good morning, Mr. Cartwright. How was your night?" "Fine," I grumble, then go into my office and close the door. I step toward my desk and freeze. Goddamn her. I reach for