Emma left the hotel and sat in her car. Her body hummed with a delicious soreness—proof of the night and morning she’d spent tangled with Damien. She slid into her car, finally switching her phone back on.
As soon as she switched on her phone, missed calls and messages flooded her system. All from Oliver.
What does he want now?
With a sigh she opened the messages.
“Grandpa has invited us for lunch. Get your ass here by noon.”
Emma’s stomach twisted. William Jones wasn’t just Oliver’s grandfather—he was the family patriarch, the one who held the strings to the Jones Corporation’s fortune. And unlike Oliver, William actually liked her, and saw her as his granddaughter-in-law.
Every time Emma visited William, she felt a sense of family in him. And the more she felt this bond, the mor
