She thought about her reputation—the "Nice" girl who volunteered at the animal shelter and never missed a Sunday dinner with her mother. Then she looked at Marcus, the man who had shown her just how easy it was to break the rules when no one was watching.
"Nice keeps us out of federal prison, Marcus," she snapped, though she kept her voice low. She traced the rim of her paper cup. "Chapter One was a fluke. Chapter Two was a necessity. But we’re at Chapter Three now, and this? This is a choice." Naughty Nice [Chapter 3]
Marcus finally looked up. His eyes, usually bright with a curated, boy-next-door charm, were dark and sharp. This was the version of him the board members never saw—the 'Naughty' hidden beneath the bespoke wool suit. She thought about her reputation—the "Nice" girl who
"The choice was made the moment we signed that first contract," he reminded her. He leaned across the table, the scent of expensive cologne and cold winter air rolling off him. "Don't get cold feet just because the lights are prettier this time of year. We’re deep enough that the only way out is through." She traced the rim of her paper cup