His Pawn

The media calls him the “sexy senator.”

Cold, wickedly handsome, and too cocky for his own good, he gets what he wants with filthy promises and a smirk.

I had no plan to be that girl.

But that was before he found out my secret.

Before he made me a proposition—one semester. Anything goes. And my problem would go away.

“I’m a politician, Ms. Courtney. Twisting the truth is in my DNA.”

I should have left when he said that.

I didn’t. Because I couldn't get enough of the way he possessed my soul, my heart, my body.

My name is Elle Courtney, but Graham Delaney—he called me his dove. He should have called me his pawn.