Penelope Ward

It started out like any other morning on the train—until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. Who did the stuck-up suit think he was . . . God?
Actually, he looked like a god. That was about it.
When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. I might have picked it up. I might have gone through all of...

My love story all started with a letter. Only it wasn't from the man I'd eventually fall in love with. It was from his daughter. A sweet little girl named Birdie Maxwell who'd written to the magazine that I worked for. You see, once a year my employer fulfilled a few wishes for readers. Only that column didn't start up again for months. So I fulfilled some of her wishes myself. It was harmless, so I thought. Until one day I took things too far.

Soraya was mesmerized by the guy sitting across from her on the train. He was a rude, stuck-up (but handsome) suit. When he dropped his phone on the way out, she keeps it for a few days, but when she calls to return it he refuses to see her. So she leaves it outside his office-- with a dirty picture on it. She didn't expect Graham to text her back... or that the exchanges would be hot as hell... or that when they came face to face, they would consume...