Ice Dragon by Jada Cox

I’ve tried to avoid her ever since that night.
That night of her birthday, when she insisted that I “supervise” her.
Which meant allowing her to fall asleep in my lap.
I still remember the silkiness of her hair between my fingers.
She’s my best friend’s little sister.
And he expects me to take care of her.
He’d freak out if he knew that I want to ravage every part of her.
That I want to touch her curves, leaving no inch unexplored.
But we’re drawn to each other like magnets.
It’s like fire and ice twisting together into something new.
The twenty-mile brick wall that I’ve put up is cracking.
Especially when I walk into the office on Monday.
And find out that she’s my new personal assistant.