Aris: A Sexy Romance Novel (Thief of Hearts Series Book 1) Read Online Free

the word with her contempt completely unmasked.
    “Of course he does.  Your blonde, petite and cute.” Saoirse looked up at Denise as if she should have already considered the obvious.  Men don’t think about a woman’s brains if she has a face or a body.  Denise had all three.  “Maybe we’ll get lucky.  Maybe she’s some loaded old biddy that Pierce gets to rally for her attention.”
    “Seers, you really believe that?  It’s at Sheffington’s.” 
    “No, but I can dream can’t I?”  She put her head down on her desk.  “Okay, here’s the deal.  Tell Becca at the front desk you have to go to somewhere to look stuff up, I’m going to go to somewhere to take a deposition, then let’s get the hell out of here.”
    “It’s only 1:00.”
    “So, you think you’re going to do a ‘soiree’ tonight in under four hours?  NO!  Get the hell out of here girlfriend! Go find something fun to do for a couple hours.”
    “What are you going to do about your supposed deposition?”  Denise arched an eyebrow.
    “Hell, I don’t know.  I’ll find something I can ask someone.  Maybe I’ll go down to the boardwalk to talk to the seagulls.  They’re always good for snitching on each other.”
    “If Pierce finds out there’s going to be hell to pay.” 
    “Okay, so tell him you’re going to get your hair done for his little shindig.  What’s he going to do, fire me?  I dare him.  If he fires me who’s going to do the Woodley crap?”  Saoirse threw the papers on her desk into the file grabbing her purse. “Come on.”
    Pierce was just coming back into the office when he ran into both women at the elevator.  “Where are you going?”
    “Lunch!”  Saoirse smiled as she grabbed Denise’s arm getting in the elevator.
    “Lunch?  But it’s 1:30.” 
    “I have to get a dress for tonight.”  Saoirse blurted out as the elevator doors closed.
    “What are you going to wear tonight?”  Denise watched elevator tick down to the bank lobby.
    “The frumpiest thing I can find.”
    Saoirse was digging for her keys as she came down the hall way.   A box big enough to hide two sheet cakes sat at her door.  Brownies sounded good right about now.  They always did when she was ticked.  The label on the box said Regine’s .  Maybe they did really large brownies with extra cream cheese frosting. 
    She slid the box inside with her foot as she unlocked the door.  She was slightly disappointed when she realized the box wasn’t heavy enough to be several sheet cakes, nor brownies.  She looked at the addressee again making sure that it was for her pulling the brown string around the box. 
    On top of the tissue paper was a pale blue card that read, ‘I owe you a skirt and a pair of heels.’   What an odd card.  Lifting the tissue paper revealed a beautiful, emerald green, cocktail dress with a pair of strappy Jimmy Choo sandals. 
    Saoirse lifted the dress out of the box holding it up.  It was pretty.  Jimmy Choo was her favorite.  These were brand new!  She laid the dress back down in the box.  Who would send these?  MacLear habits kicked in forcing her to dial the number on the box.  The lady on the phone was impeccably polite.  Yes, she remembered the dress.  It had been purchased by a very polite man who paid extra to make sure it was there in time for tonight’s party.  Yes, she was absolutely sure it was for her.  He’d said the name twice.  Yes, she remembered what he looked like.  He was a handsome man, probably in his mid thirties, a little over six feet, with brown wavy hair and wore sunglasses.  Saoirse thanked her hanging up.  Six foot with brown hair.  That could be any one of a million men in the world!
    She rolled the idea around in her mind.  In the end, she opted against it.  She had no idea who sent it or why.  ‘Frumpy it is!’ , she decided as she put the cover back on the box. 
    She showered then dried her hair.  She opted for a comfortable