Free The Intern Serials: Complete Box Set by Brooke Cumberland, Sommer Stein, Rogena Mitchell-Jones

game.
    “What rules?” His eyes give me a questioning look.
    I get lost in Bentley’s face and start studying the curves of his features. His hair is brushed back slightly—purposely messy, as his groomed beard is perfect in length. His sideburns are thicker and run into his facial hair. I imagine my fingers intertwining in his golden locks as he wraps me up in his arms assaulting my lips as our tongues tango together.
    “Ceci?” His deep, pained voice shakes me out of my fantasy.
    I clear my throat before speaking. “The company handbook,” I remind him. “Any relationships formed within the office are strictly forbidden,” I quote right from the handbook that he emailed me.
    His lips form a cocky grin as he shifts in his chair. “You read the company handbook, did you?” he asks surprised.
    “Well, it’s company policy,” I quip.
    “So you aren’t a rule breaker?” I can tell he’s testing me, but I know what he really wants to know—am I willing to break the rules for him.
    “You’ve seen my portfolio. Does it say I am?” I ask with seduction laced in my voice.
    “It says you’re a fast learner and that you’re willing to learn new things.”
    “That I am.” I wink, and I can tell I just gave him the green light.
     

Chapter Nine
    Bentley
     
    Breaking the Rules
    WATCHING HER SQUIRM is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. She acts so confident and cocky on the outside, but on the inside, she’s a timid girl not wanting to show her true self to anyone. She’s hiding something.
    Once our meal arrives, she relaxes a bit. Her open, edgy, carefree attitude returns as we ease into simple conversation. She continues to ask me about my work and favorite cases I’ve worked on, and I ask her about her family and classes.
    “What happened to your dad?” I ask as I cut into my steak.
    She fidgets a little before responding. “He, um, left when I was eleven years old. I haven’t seen him since.” Her eyes are glued to her plate, and I know I’ve hit a sore topic.
    “I’m sorry.” Instinctively I reach across the table and grab her hand. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
    She finally looks up and smiles weakly. “There’s not much to say.” She shrugs.
    I continue holding her hand and rub my thumb over hers in comfort. It seems to help, and she relaxes again.
    I take care of the check and escort her out of the restaurant. She begins fidgeting in her purse and asks, “Should I just follow you?”
    I grab her hand to stop her from searching for her keys. “No, I’m driving.”
    I want Ceci next to me for as long as I can get. A part of me knows she’s too good for me. She’s smart, funny, and I can tell she’s a genuinely good person. But the other part is too selfish to back off. I want her.
    “All right,” she says letting me grab her hand and hold it as I lead her to my car. Her small hand fits perfectly in mine, and I’m already dreading having to let it go. “You drive? I’d figure you’d have a 24/7 chauffeur.”
    I guide us to her side of the car and back her up into the door without opening it. “Do you even know what kind of car this is?”
    She glances over her shoulder and looks. “A black one.”
    I smirk at her innocence. “It’s a Range Rover 4 th Edition. No way in hell I’d let someone else drive that.”
    She looks over one more time before speaking. “Looks roomy.”
    “You want to see how much room there is?”
    “I assume you paid extra for that.” She grins confidently. “The extra-large package.”
    I can feel the intense heat between us and know she feels it, too. Her skin pricks in goose bumps every time I touch her, and she’s arching her hips toward me, begging for me to press my body against hers.
    “Okay…you’ve gotten enough money jabs at me for one night, don’t you think?”
    She pulls her lips in as if she’s thinking hard about it. “I may or may not have a few more,” she challenges.
    “I guess I’m going to have to