Evangeline Andrews is quiet and unassuming, or at least she hopes that’s how people see her. Fleeing her life in New Jersey to hide in Dublin the last thing she needs are her secrets following her across the Atlantic. And what’s the best way to keep a secret? Keep your mouth shut.
Life is one big game for online-gaming genius Julian Harte, and he plays to win every time. Becoming a self-made millionaire before his 30th birthday, Julian’s office is his playground, and he sets the rules. Julian hasn’t lost a round yet and he’s used to getting everything he wants. He wants Evangeline. But she doesn’t want to play.
Meet the Irish Alpha with a rulebook as thick as his accent.
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‘Do you like it?’ Eva said, stepping out from behind a curtain. She caught the side of the flowing skirt and swished it from side to side as she spun around. Julian could see a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there before. He would buy her every dress in the shop if it kept that sparkle there.
‘Beautiful,’ he said. ‘But your body is way too delicious to hide.’
Eva look worried.
‘Here, try this one.’ Julian had spotted a little violet number early that afternoon. Eva in that dress was the first thought that came into his head. Or ripping that dress off Eva, to be truthful. Either way, he wanted to buy it for her.
‘It’s a little more…’
‘…revealing,’ Eva interrupted, taking the dress from him.
‘I was going to say flattering. Just try it on, please?’
Eva nodded and skipped back to the changing room. This time she emerged silent and obviously nervous.
Julian exhaled sharply. His cock bulged in his trousers. ‘Fuck. You look amazing.’
Eva lowered her head and fixed a strand of stray hair back behind her ear with shaking fingers. Julian knew she had no idea how stunning she was. He was going to change that.
‘I can’t reach…’ Eva spun around to show Julian the open zip that exposed her whole spine.
Julian sighed hard. It took all his self-control not to rip the dress from her body and make love to her right there on the shop floor.
‘Come here, beautiful.’