| Author: | J.J. Massa | ISBN: | 9781465909763 |
| Publisher: | New Concepts Publishing | Publication: | November 8, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | J.J. Massa |
| ISBN: | 9781465909763 |
| Publisher: | New Concepts Publishing |
| Publication: | November 8, 2011 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Chapter One
"Have you met Devon's niece?" Erika Arnold heard one man at the front of the elevator ask another. "She's pretty nice looking."
Her best friend, Mark Lincoln, glanced down at her and winked at the comment of the man in the front of the elevator to another man. She wrinkled her nose at him and waited to hear what the other man would have to say.
"I haven't met her yet, but I've seen photos," the tall, well-built stranger in front of her replied.
His voice stroked across her senses like malted whisky and silk, and she had to fight not to moan. The sexy, deep Scottish murmur kept her mind firmly in the bedroom. The air around her seemed to hum while Erika fought the urge to purr. She listened, rapt, as he continued speaking.
"I don't know how bright she is but she's definite eye candy, that one," rumbled the man in front of her, his voice raspy and warm.
Erika frowned as she stepped forward, intent on objecting. Before she could form a word, the door to the elevator opened, and Mark clapped a hand over her mouth, maneuvering her to the front of the small space and out the sliding doors before anyone could really get a look at her. Quickly, he pushed her into an empty office and closed the door before they both dissolved into fits of laughter.
"Eye candy!" she choked, trying to contain the tears of mirth that threatened her eyeliner. "That's a new one. I think I like it."
"Come on now, my little lollipop… gumdrop, chocolate chip!" Mark guffawed.
Chapter One
"Have you met Devon's niece?" Erika Arnold heard one man at the front of the elevator ask another. "She's pretty nice looking."
Her best friend, Mark Lincoln, glanced down at her and winked at the comment of the man in the front of the elevator to another man. She wrinkled her nose at him and waited to hear what the other man would have to say.
"I haven't met her yet, but I've seen photos," the tall, well-built stranger in front of her replied.
His voice stroked across her senses like malted whisky and silk, and she had to fight not to moan. The sexy, deep Scottish murmur kept her mind firmly in the bedroom. The air around her seemed to hum while Erika fought the urge to purr. She listened, rapt, as he continued speaking.
"I don't know how bright she is but she's definite eye candy, that one," rumbled the man in front of her, his voice raspy and warm.
Erika frowned as she stepped forward, intent on objecting. Before she could form a word, the door to the elevator opened, and Mark clapped a hand over her mouth, maneuvering her to the front of the small space and out the sliding doors before anyone could really get a look at her. Quickly, he pushed her into an empty office and closed the door before they both dissolved into fits of laughter.
"Eye candy!" she choked, trying to contain the tears of mirth that threatened her eyeliner. "That's a new one. I think I like it."
"Come on now, my little lollipop… gumdrop, chocolate chip!" Mark guffawed.
