never felt such an intense instantaneous attraction to someone before. Not even her initial awareness of Calvin had been that strong. Even in anger his sexuality was electrifying, his eyes blazing, and his stride like that of a sleek cougar. She let her eyes roam over him again and all she could say was, “Damn!”
∞
The calendar did her no justice. This woman was exquisite. Her cat-shaped eyes captivated him, and her full, luscious lips enticed him. The deep bronze of her skin glowed healthy and appealing, begging to be kissed, massaged and licked. Her breasts were full and heavy, straining against the cotton tank she wore. Even though she was thinner than his usual taste, her body was still that of a seductive and alluring woman. His heart hammered hard against his ribs as a vision of their bodies, naked and sweating, entwined on the sloped hood of her car, flashed in his head and he became aroused. This woman spelled trouble with a capital “T,” and Devon knew he had to keep his distance from her. She was hot and everyone knew that when you played with fire, you got burned!
∞
“This isn’t New York or the Indy 500. You could’ve killed yourself or—”
“Or what,” she said sarcastically, as her desire for this man quickly fizzled. “Dent your precious truck?”
Devon forced himself to silently count to ten, calming himself. Now was not the time for anger. This woman, with her blazing angry eyes, was his client, and it would not be good business to curse her little butt out. And he meant “little butt” literally. What size was she anyway, a four? “Or,” he said, only slightly sarcastic, his deep voice appealing with a southern drawl. “You might hurt one of the kids that live on this bend.”
Chloe detected the change in him, the dissipation of his anger, and so she let the imaginary chip on her shoulder fall. “I apologize and you’re right, I was driving too fast.”
They were only six inches apart and the sexual tension was still there between them, thick and heavy. Chloe had to remind herself, with some difficulty as she looked at his handsome face and sculpted body, about her last fumble in the game of love with Calvin. No matter how fine he was, she didn’t need to complicate her life with an “involvement.”
“Look, it’s too hot to be angry.” Chloe outstretched her hand. “I’m Chloe Bolton and you’re?”
“Devon Jamison,” he drawled as he eyed her smooth hand warily, before finally clasping it into his large, callused grasp. “If I had known you were arriving in town today, we could have scheduled an appointment to go to the site together.”
Chloe looked down at their entwined hands, two shades of brown mingled like a mosaic. His index and middle finger rested lightly on the tender inside of her wrist. She shivered with a rush of desire. Funny, she hadn’t even known that was one of her hot erogenous zones. She removed her hand as though it had been near fire, afraid she would get burned.
“It was at the last moment. I was supposed to travel for another month but I just couldn’t wait to see how the house was coming along. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
“No, of course not. How long are you in town for? You’re probably anxious to get back to your traveling.”
Chloe looked at him with a curious expression. “I’ve booked a suite at the Grand Royale in Charleston until the construction of my house is complete. I guess you can say I’m here to stay.”
He was shocked to say the least. She really was moving to Holtsville! But why? His eyes took in the flashy car, her scarlet manicured hands, the two-hundred-dollar DKNY shades, and the two-carat diamond stud earrings. She was wealthy and famous, and he could tell she only enjoyed the finer things in life. Like staying at the most expensive hotel in Charleston for two months. A big-city girl all the way. What could she possibly want in a small town? A brief image of Elissa flashed in his mind. He
∞
The calendar did her no justice. This woman was exquisite. Her cat-shaped eyes captivated him, and her full, luscious lips enticed him. The deep bronze of her skin glowed healthy and appealing, begging to be kissed, massaged and licked. Her breasts were full and heavy, straining against the cotton tank she wore. Even though she was thinner than his usual taste, her body was still that of a seductive and alluring woman. His heart hammered hard against his ribs as a vision of their bodies, naked and sweating, entwined on the sloped hood of her car, flashed in his head and he became aroused. This woman spelled trouble with a capital “T,” and Devon knew he had to keep his distance from her. She was hot and everyone knew that when you played with fire, you got burned!
∞
“This isn’t New York or the Indy 500. You could’ve killed yourself or—”
“Or what,” she said sarcastically, as her desire for this man quickly fizzled. “Dent your precious truck?”
Devon forced himself to silently count to ten, calming himself. Now was not the time for anger. This woman, with her blazing angry eyes, was his client, and it would not be good business to curse her little butt out. And he meant “little butt” literally. What size was she anyway, a four? “Or,” he said, only slightly sarcastic, his deep voice appealing with a southern drawl. “You might hurt one of the kids that live on this bend.”
Chloe detected the change in him, the dissipation of his anger, and so she let the imaginary chip on her shoulder fall. “I apologize and you’re right, I was driving too fast.”
They were only six inches apart and the sexual tension was still there between them, thick and heavy. Chloe had to remind herself, with some difficulty as she looked at his handsome face and sculpted body, about her last fumble in the game of love with Calvin. No matter how fine he was, she didn’t need to complicate her life with an “involvement.”
“Look, it’s too hot to be angry.” Chloe outstretched her hand. “I’m Chloe Bolton and you’re?”
“Devon Jamison,” he drawled as he eyed her smooth hand warily, before finally clasping it into his large, callused grasp. “If I had known you were arriving in town today, we could have scheduled an appointment to go to the site together.”
Chloe looked down at their entwined hands, two shades of brown mingled like a mosaic. His index and middle finger rested lightly on the tender inside of her wrist. She shivered with a rush of desire. Funny, she hadn’t even known that was one of her hot erogenous zones. She removed her hand as though it had been near fire, afraid she would get burned.
“It was at the last moment. I was supposed to travel for another month but I just couldn’t wait to see how the house was coming along. I hope that isn’t a problem.”
“No, of course not. How long are you in town for? You’re probably anxious to get back to your traveling.”
Chloe looked at him with a curious expression. “I’ve booked a suite at the Grand Royale in Charleston until the construction of my house is complete. I guess you can say I’m here to stay.”
He was shocked to say the least. She really was moving to Holtsville! But why? His eyes took in the flashy car, her scarlet manicured hands, the two-hundred-dollar DKNY shades, and the two-carat diamond stud earrings. She was wealthy and famous, and he could tell she only enjoyed the finer things in life. Like staying at the most expensive hotel in Charleston for two months. A big-city girl all the way. What could she possibly want in a small town? A brief image of Elissa flashed in his mind. He
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