Dee was a regular visitor to the house from that point on . She would call for Jenny every weekday morning so they could walk down the street together...and get the bus to college and on an evening she would be there doing coursework . As always made the tea and kept out of the way, admiring Dee from a distance . One Friday morning Dee turned up as Jenny was getting ready and as usual we had a quick conversation before bitch bag came downstairs . Jenny finally dragged her fat arse from upstairs. What I was staring at was a pair of dirty black leather biker boots with silver accents on the toes and some faded jeans. My blue eyes went wide as they traveled upward, taking in the lean muscular body, the red shirt that was only half-buttoned, the tossled dark hair and brown eyes that blinked in the moonlight. Holy shit, I muttered under my breath. I had seen so many pictures of Ashton Jones during my months of research that I practically had his features memorized. Yet staring at all those. His eyes burned into hers and Dani felt like the deer caught in the headlights. "Give me your panties, Daniella." He snapped his fingers as he held his hand out towards her.Not obeying him never crossed the upper middle-class suburban wife's mind. She started to back her chair away from the table, excusing herself to go the ladies' room. "Sit down, slut. No one told you to get up." Alan's voice was as cold as his ice-blue eyes.Her skin was burning as she realized she had absolutely no control. In the midst of this, I’m brought back down to what really matters when I get a phone call that my grandmother—Mom’s mother—has died. The next day, I drive up to Indianapolis, Indiana, where my grandmother lived, with my own mother close by. When I get to Mom’s, one of my two older sisters is already there and, an hour later, my other older sister arrives.The next few days were spent in the usual way when a family member dies: lots of family members coming together…crying…eating…laughing in the.