l eye mask over Chloe's eyes and led her back into the VIP bedroom ju

aised headboard with the soft medical mask over her eyes,

e knew that ringtone belonged to her best friend at Columbia University-Hannah Hayes

ame through the receiver. "Chloe! Thank God you finally turned your phone on! I heard

e first time in days. "Hannah, I'm fine. I'm at a priva

suckers in the Miller family wouldn't give you a dime!" On the other e

id lightly, skipping over the terrifying escape

olarship while taking medical leave this semester, the medical leave form must be signed by an immediate family member or legal spouse and submitted with proof of their relationshi

her warm cup. "An immediate

gal signer?" Hannah groaned, tugging at her high ponytail. "You can't

er cheeks as she whispered, "Hannah... if I told you I'd

ds before Hannah shrieked at the top of her lungs

erations department at the Conrad Group as an executive vice p

family, Hannah froze. "Wait... you said his last name is Conrad? L

e named Conrad in the country. He's just a mid-level executive dealing with board rev

ryone on Wall Street calls him the living devil, and rumor has it he's a total germaphobe who doesn't let women within ten fe

arriage certificate without ever hearing his first name. "Everyone aroun

ithout knowing his first n

door of the bedroom click

nto the room, followed by the steady s

e forearm. He had unbuttoned the top two buttons of

the phone, "Hannah, he just walked in. I have to go-I'll get the f

t this guy sounds like-" Hannah's voice cu

nd rested her hands neatly on her knees. "M

falling across the white sheets as he looked do

Mr. Conrad, Columbia University requires a spouse's signature on my medical leave form to keep my scholarship. The university

en, heavy stillness gripped the room. T

iny, followed by the slow, deliberate rustle of his shirt as he leaned down. Two large hands braced firml

s. Warm breath brushed against her cheek, and Chloe could fe

brushed right against her sensitive earlobe. "Are you s