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Chapter 1
I was sitting at the bar, sipping on th pencil skirt brushed the eh to the rhyth from the invisible sound system This wasn’t the kind of establishment I usually frequented, but my boss had been adamant that I reed, albeit with trepidation, at the outlook of entering an expensive gentleerie, and the two drink rocery shopping
Judging frohts and polished h it was still empty, I had no doubt it would fill up soon and earn the owner a fortune A racy girl that looked like she belonged on the cover of FHM azine climbed twenty feet up a pole and dropped down into a split to ‘warrahed with impatience, and sank deeper intothe soft leather couches and mirrored walls near the entrance
Mayfield was late In fact, very late I didn’t appreciate lateness, and particularly not when I should’ve been ho day of sucking up to the big guys in real estate The job was et my hands on a position with a coo, they’re a dead end And two years later I enty three, stuck and overworked with no proht
Maybe it was the way the guy walked—full of confidence and cockiness—but thethe bar I kneas the kind that would bring aze in er’s curious look The hairs on the nape ofbehind razed the sensitive skin of my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder to whisper in my ear
“You stick out like a sore thu”
His voice was low and hoarse Scorching
Bedroom voice… the words echoed somewhere in the back of my mind
My heart jumped into my mouth, which I attributed to the fact that I didn’t like strangers leaning over me And particularly not those with a deep, sexy ruhting the urge to jump up from the bar stool and put sohtened my back and turned to face hi remark
Holy cow
He was dazzlingly gorgeous Forget gorgeous He was beautiful Utterly, totally,On a scale from one to ten, he was a hundred
For a few seconds I just stared at him as uy was hot and, judging fro home to meet your parents He was tall, at least a head taller thanand disheveled—like he had run his hands through it His coat, now da on do York for the last three days, did nothing to hide his broad shoulders and ht of the bar, his electric eyes shimmered like emeralds
I had never seen eyes like his Dark green Slance Already I felt nakd beneath aze traveled down the front of er than was polite My skin prickled froaze I tucked a stray strand of curly hair behind my ear and moistened my suddenly dry lips The effect he had onI crossed ain arded h he knehat a single glance froance that ers lingered intih they had caressed the spot before As though they belonged there
“Why would you say that? Because I’ and stilettos, andout of a leopard print bra?” I asked through gritted teeth, ignoring the delicious pull gathering somewhere in my abdomen
“Jett Townsend” His lips twitched “Mayfield couldn’t make it, so you’ll have to et on just fine” The skin around his stunning eyes crinkled, and hisperfect di to his words?
“Brooke Stewart,” I said My gaze lingered on his pale blue shirt and faded jeans with a stringy fringe that brushed his cowboy boots, and I couldn’t help the scoff for at the back of my throat
“Wine?” I asked, ready to order
“I’d rather have Sex on the Beach” He winked at ured his words could be interpreted in tays, but judging fro about the cocktail Heat began to pour throughsx on sand and water My skin tingled fronetic pull between us
What the heck?
I peeledbut a figination
“So, Brooke Telleous smile
I inhaled a sharp breath, suddenly fu How dare he call me by my first na it?
“May I re and not a date?”