Demolition Before the Bloom

a small, silver tray. On it rested a cup of chamomile tea and a beautifully polished, dark velvet box.

“May I come in, Emily?” he asked softly, pausing at the edge of the carpet.

“Of course, Mr. Henderson,” she said, shifting slightly on the pillows. “Please.”

The billionaire walked over and set the tray down on the bedside table. He offered her the tea,continue reading …