Description:“Remorselessly ruthless …,” one article described him. “They call him RJ, for ‘Ruthless Jag,’” another said. “There’s only one word for someone who operates like that … ruthless,” yet another one revealed. That’s who Charity Walker was dealing with she had to remind herself as she confronted the New York real estate tycoon about the theft of her grandmother’s brownstone. ### “Miss … as you’ve so rudely interrupted my meeting, can you at least be polite enough to tell me your name so I can address you properly?” Jag said in his most calm, business-like voice. “Now you want polite to be part of the equation? Now … after you’ve taken advantage of an old woman. Now … after you’ve stolen what it took a lifetime for her to build. Now … after you rob me of my inheritance. Now you want polite?!” Charity snarled at him. The two of them stared at each other. The vibration of the cell phone of one of the executives seated at the table witnessing the intense exchange snapped Charity and Jag out of their standoff. “The name is Charity Walker. My grandmother is Elana Marie Walker. Here’s what was her deed,” Charity spit out, ramming a sheaf of papers dead in the center of his chest. “Fix it! Or so help me God …” she raged, shaking in anger. Jag closed the few feet between them. “Excuse me for a few moments ladies and gentlemen,” he threw over his shoulder as he manhandled Charity out of the boardroom. Charity sputtered. “How dare you touch me! Let go of me you brute! I said let go of me!” she demanded, hitting at him with her handbag. “You’re done giving orders and screaming accusations at me today, Ms. Walker.” *** “What do you mean handcuffs?” “I mean I will have you arrested for trespassing, assault, slander and any number of other charges I have a least a dozen witnesses to if you don’t cooperate.” “You wouldn’t?” Charity said, unable – and unwilling – to believe that he’d do such a thing. “Try me,” Jag said, his demeanor as tranquil as a calm sea. Charity searched his face. “Why you ruthless son of a bitch!” ### Charity moaned her pleasure as he nipped at her lips, her neck and made his way down to the swell of one breast. His hands traveled to her sides, past the lushness of her hips, pulling her center to his as he ground into her. He squeezed her softness, his mouth reclaiming hers as he unzipped her dress. He eased it all the way down her legs, his lips following the trail of his hands. Charity stood before him in her three-inch, wedge hills and matching turquoise bra and panties. Jag admired her luscious curves, his eyes almost closed as he fought to control his rising tide of desire. "I had dreams, but they didn't do you justice. You are so much more perfect than any image my mind could conjure up. Every part of you," he ground out, freeing a breast with one hand as he slid her wet panties to one side with the other. ### Charity was prepared for a battle with successful real estate developer, Jag Hollander, over her grandmother’s property. What she wasn’t prepared for was the explosive chemistry between them … or the realization that her life would never be the same after meeting him.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Ruthless Love: Part I. To get started finding Ruthless Love: Part I, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: “Remorselessly ruthless …,” one article described him. “They call him RJ, for ‘Ruthless Jag,’” another said. “There’s only one word for someone who operates like that … ruthless,” yet another one revealed. That’s who Charity Walker was dealing with she had to remind herself as she confronted the New York real estate tycoon about the theft of her grandmother’s brownstone. ### “Miss … as you’ve so rudely interrupted my meeting, can you at least be polite enough to tell me your name so I can address you properly?” Jag said in his most calm, business-like voice. “Now you want polite to be part of the equation? Now … after you’ve taken advantage of an old woman. Now … after you’ve stolen what it took a lifetime for her to build. Now … after you rob me of my inheritance. Now you want polite?!” Charity snarled at him. The two of them stared at each other. The vibration of the cell phone of one of the executives seated at the table witnessing the intense exchange snapped Charity and Jag out of their standoff. “The name is Charity Walker. My grandmother is Elana Marie Walker. Here’s what was her deed,” Charity spit out, ramming a sheaf of papers dead in the center of his chest. “Fix it! Or so help me God …” she raged, shaking in anger. Jag closed the few feet between them. “Excuse me for a few moments ladies and gentlemen,” he threw over his shoulder as he manhandled Charity out of the boardroom. Charity sputtered. “How dare you touch me! Let go of me you brute! I said let go of me!” she demanded, hitting at him with her handbag. “You’re done giving orders and screaming accusations at me today, Ms. Walker.” *** “What do you mean handcuffs?” “I mean I will have you arrested for trespassing, assault, slander and any number of other charges I have a least a dozen witnesses to if you don’t cooperate.” “You wouldn’t?” Charity said, unable – and unwilling – to believe that he’d do such a thing. “Try me,” Jag said, his demeanor as tranquil as a calm sea. Charity searched his face. “Why you ruthless son of a bitch!” ### Charity moaned her pleasure as he nipped at her lips, her neck and made his way down to the swell of one breast. His hands traveled to her sides, past the lushness of her hips, pulling her center to his as he ground into her. He squeezed her softness, his mouth reclaiming hers as he unzipped her dress. He eased it all the way down her legs, his lips following the trail of his hands. Charity stood before him in her three-inch, wedge hills and matching turquoise bra and panties. Jag admired her luscious curves, his eyes almost closed as he fought to control his rising tide of desire. "I had dreams, but they didn't do you justice. You are so much more perfect than any image my mind could conjure up. Every part of you," he ground out, freeing a breast with one hand as he slid her wet panties to one side with the other. ### Charity was prepared for a battle with successful real estate developer, Jag Hollander, over her grandmother’s property. What she wasn’t prepared for was the explosive chemistry between them … or the realization that her life would never be the same after meeting him.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Ruthless Love: Part I. To get started finding Ruthless Love: Part I, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.