What He Craves (What He Wants, Book Two) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ford Hannah

Author:Ford, Hannah [Ford, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

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I’d done what I was told. I was ready by eight, dressed in the sexiest thing I owned. Well, the sexiest thing my roommate, Julia, owned. She’d let me borrow a little black dress that was too big for her. Which meant it was a little too small for me.

It plunged down in the front, showing off my ample cleavage, and hugged my hips before ending right above the knee. I’d blown my hair out into big waves, then slipped into high-heeled stilettos. Bangle bracelets adorned my wrist, and dangly silver earrings clinked as I walked.

Noah sent me a text at 8:15.

Are you ready?

Ready.

Willing?

Willing.

Show me what you’re wearing.

I snapped a selfie and sent it to him, and the reply was immediate.

I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.

I paced around my apartment until my phone finally rang at 8:30.

It was Jared.

“Hello, Miss,” he said, which felt weirdly formal, since he knew such intimate details of my life. “Are you ready for your evening?”

“I am, Jared, thanks,” I said. “I’ll be right out.”

I went to grab my purse before realizing that wherever Noah was taking me, there was no way I could bring my huge messenger bag. I needed something sleek and tiny.

I rummaged around in my closet before coming up with a tiny black Coach wristlet. I started switching over the essentials – lipstick, keys, ID, cash…. All the small stuff was in the bottom of my messenger bag, so I had to pull everything out to get to it, including the file folder I’d been given on Noah’s case, the one I’d been avoiding looking at.

It dropped to the floor as I went to grab my credit card out of my wallet, the documents spilling out onto the carpet.

I reached down to pick them up.

And then I froze.

It was a picture of Dani DeClair, another one from her autopsy. The top was labeled “DeClair, Dani.” Only this one was a split frame, with a picture from another woman’s autopsy on the other side of the page. “Hogan, Nora” it was labeled. Noah’s ex-fiancé.

The pictures were taken from the same angle, close up on both women’s wrists. It was an unremarkable shot, especially for autopsy photos. The pictures hadn’t been taken because they were gory or shocking in any way. They were taken because of their similarities.

Both women had matching light red marks on their wrists, circling around as if they’d been tied by something.

The same exact marks I had on mine.

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