Melting the Ice Queen ✔️

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"I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."

That sleepy-hoarse voice of Scott's always made need tighten Alicia's skin, and she foolishly glanced over her shoulder at him. Big mistake. He'd levered up on his elbows, which caused the sheet to shift lower across his notched hips, down into the danger zone.

Oh, man.

It was hard to keep her wandering gaze north of the sheet, but she tried. She didn't need to know what was going on under there, even though her greedy body was beginning to crave him again.

Focus on something else, Alicia.

The stern warning didn't help, which wasn't her fault. The problem was, with Scott, there was no safe place to look—he was that amazing. Above the sheet was a rippling hard belly, and above that was a muscular chest-shoulders-arms combination that rightfully belonged on an oversized Calvin Klein billboard in Times Square, selling briefs.

At the top of all that gorgeousness was another red-hot danger zone: his face. He had long-lashed brown eyes that burned with intensity whether he was cross-examining a witness, scrambling eggs or making love; brows that were straight and heavy, and could quirk with amusement or lower with irritation; a straight nose, lush lips, and the kind of chiseled jaw that inspired lesser men to spend thousands on plastic surgery. Even his wavy black hair, cut severely short, was sexy. How did he manage that?

A street litigator of the worst kind, Scott knew how to get what he wanted—how to win—and he wasn't above playing dirty. Case in point: he trailed his fingers up and down the sensitive inside of her arm, turning her bones to ropes of taffy.

"Come back here." A slow half smile eased across his lips and crinkled the edges of his eyes, making him irresistible. As always, her body responded, from the tingling awareness of her over-sensitized skin down to her curling toes. "I'll try to make it worth your while."

It was tempting. Staying strong and disciplined was always harder with Scott than with anyone else. Before she could slam the door shut on her overactive imagination, she saw herself straddling him, or maybe diving under the sheet to explore that charming bulge she'd been trying to ignore.

But this was how problems started. You bend the rules on one tiny thing, relax your oversight, it snowballs, and the next thing you know, chaos reigns.

Well, not her. Control was her middle name, motto and mantra.

"Not tonight." She kept her voice crisp and her face unsmiling lest he realize she was waffling. "No sleepovers on weeknights."

His gaze, so warm a minute ago, chilled by several degrees, making it a good time for her to stand up and find her bra and panties. Ah. There they were.

"Why not?"

"It's a rule, Scott. We decided up front that we'd—"

"I'm sorry. Is there a written contract somewhere that I don't know about?"

Though his eyes were unreadable, there was a new edge to his voice that threw her off. If he was unhappy with their arrangement, this was the first she'd heard of it.

"We agreed, Scott."

"You pronounced. I chose not to argue."

She blinked. "I have more work to do."

"Do it here. I've got work, too."

Stymied, she emerged from pulling her dress over her head and stared at him. There was something dark and disquieting in his expression, something new.

"What's gotten into you?"

He hesitated, looking grim. Then he stood, yanked the sheet free and tied it around his waist as he stalked closer. "I'm glad you asked." Whoa. He reminded her of a lion on the hunt. "There are a couple of things we need to talk about."

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Ugh... I'm so frustrated! Yesterday morning I woke up and saw my baby cousin sister, Hema, who is also Gayathri's little sister , grinning at me like a creep. I was scared at first, 'why is she looking at me like this?' Once she noticed I woke up, she ran out off my room. When I went the the bathroom, I scream once I noticed my appearance. 

My beautiful black hair was was now in red and white colour. So that's why she was staring at me like a creep. I found out that my own eleven year old brother and she have done this. 

I ask her this question," HEMA! Why did you do this?" . She gave me an innocent look and said, " Akka...(translation from Tamil means sister) as today is Christmas, no want to be the Santa so I used you." She said tears brimming in her eyes. I immediately said it's okay, she grinned at me. 

I love my cousin but she can be a pain in an ass.

~Ria Erin