agencies. One of the girls wanted to stay and hang out, but he told her he had plans. And he did. Nikki was coming by to do her walk-through with him. He was excited about the prospect of having a real home, where he could turn a corner and turn off all the work crap from the day. But in truth, he was more excited about seeing Nikki again. Ridiculously excited.
There was something about her that put him at ease, made him feel comfortable. She wasn’t like the other women he knew. Those women were aggressive, always angling for their next gig, their next rescue, their next fuck. They saw what they wanted and they pounced. He could never quite get why they were so sure they wanted him when they didn’t even know him. Didn’t know a damn thing about him. Beyond a quick shag here and there, he wanted nothing to do with those types. They saw him as a means to boost their careers, boost their egos. Those types of women were a real turn-off.
But not Nikki. She was refreshing, different. Reserved, even a little self-deprecating, which he didn’t fully understand. Why would a woman as accomplished and stunning as Nikki Norris be so consumed with self-doubt? All he could think was that her ex-fiancé was to blame, and that pissed him off. Made him want to reverse all the damage that little arse had done to her.
Nikki was a nice, sweet girl, and despite what she said about wanting Matthew to realize what he gave up, Dallas knew she was helplessly in love with the little wanker, who didn’t deserve her in the first place. It was easy for him to say that she’d dodged a bullet by not marrying the guy, but still, he knew it would be hard for her to walk into a wedding and watch her friends get married while her ex-fiancé was there with another woman. Just the thought of that insensitive, inconsiderate fuck doing that to her made Dallas’s blood boil. So if Nikki wanted to make her ex jealous, he’d be only too glad to make that happen.
It killed him that Matthew had actually made Nikki believe she was boring. Not only was she the furthest thing from being a boring woman, she had no idea how beautiful and sexy she was. How sensual she could be.
Now that he’d met the great Matthew, he doubted Nikki had ever been with a man who knew how to satisfy her. If she weren’t so blindly in love with her ex, and if he thought she could handle it, he would love to be the man to show her what she was made of.
When she came over the other morning, he noticed her eyes light up as she roamed from room to room, her head spinning with ideas and inspiration. She was passionate about her work. That was obvious. But he could also tell that there was a whole lot of untapped passion lodged inside her. She had no idea how much power she packed in that tight, curvy body of hers that she always kept covered up. Thinking about her like that got him going, his jeans growing tighter by the minute, his balls giving off that ache, that need.
He knew he had to shake it off before she showed up, so he went into his office and tried to shift gears. He sorted through his emails, responded to a few clients, and ignored half a dozen notes from women he’d met here and there. There was a new email from his brother:
Troy—Don’t know if you got my messages but I’ve been trying to reach you for the past two weeks. I really need to talk to you. It’s about mom. It’s important. Call me or email me back. Cliff.
Dallas deleted the email and began studying some photographs of glaciers in McMurdo. Black-and-whites, taken in 1934. The ice shelf was massive back then, and sadly he knew that the majority of it was gone now.
Glancing at the clock, he noted it was almost half past seven. Nikki had said she’d come by half an hour ago. He studied a few more photographs, made some notes, and finally at a quarter to eight, he went across the hall and knocked on her door to make sure she was okay.
“Oh no,” she said, answering the door, “I’m so sorry. I lost
There was something about her that put him at ease, made him feel comfortable. She wasn’t like the other women he knew. Those women were aggressive, always angling for their next gig, their next rescue, their next fuck. They saw what they wanted and they pounced. He could never quite get why they were so sure they wanted him when they didn’t even know him. Didn’t know a damn thing about him. Beyond a quick shag here and there, he wanted nothing to do with those types. They saw him as a means to boost their careers, boost their egos. Those types of women were a real turn-off.
But not Nikki. She was refreshing, different. Reserved, even a little self-deprecating, which he didn’t fully understand. Why would a woman as accomplished and stunning as Nikki Norris be so consumed with self-doubt? All he could think was that her ex-fiancé was to blame, and that pissed him off. Made him want to reverse all the damage that little arse had done to her.
Nikki was a nice, sweet girl, and despite what she said about wanting Matthew to realize what he gave up, Dallas knew she was helplessly in love with the little wanker, who didn’t deserve her in the first place. It was easy for him to say that she’d dodged a bullet by not marrying the guy, but still, he knew it would be hard for her to walk into a wedding and watch her friends get married while her ex-fiancé was there with another woman. Just the thought of that insensitive, inconsiderate fuck doing that to her made Dallas’s blood boil. So if Nikki wanted to make her ex jealous, he’d be only too glad to make that happen.
It killed him that Matthew had actually made Nikki believe she was boring. Not only was she the furthest thing from being a boring woman, she had no idea how beautiful and sexy she was. How sensual she could be.
Now that he’d met the great Matthew, he doubted Nikki had ever been with a man who knew how to satisfy her. If she weren’t so blindly in love with her ex, and if he thought she could handle it, he would love to be the man to show her what she was made of.
When she came over the other morning, he noticed her eyes light up as she roamed from room to room, her head spinning with ideas and inspiration. She was passionate about her work. That was obvious. But he could also tell that there was a whole lot of untapped passion lodged inside her. She had no idea how much power she packed in that tight, curvy body of hers that she always kept covered up. Thinking about her like that got him going, his jeans growing tighter by the minute, his balls giving off that ache, that need.
He knew he had to shake it off before she showed up, so he went into his office and tried to shift gears. He sorted through his emails, responded to a few clients, and ignored half a dozen notes from women he’d met here and there. There was a new email from his brother:
Troy—Don’t know if you got my messages but I’ve been trying to reach you for the past two weeks. I really need to talk to you. It’s about mom. It’s important. Call me or email me back. Cliff.
Dallas deleted the email and began studying some photographs of glaciers in McMurdo. Black-and-whites, taken in 1934. The ice shelf was massive back then, and sadly he knew that the majority of it was gone now.
Glancing at the clock, he noted it was almost half past seven. Nikki had said she’d come by half an hour ago. He studied a few more photographs, made some notes, and finally at a quarter to eight, he went across the hall and knocked on her door to make sure she was okay.
“Oh no,” she said, answering the door, “I’m so sorry. I lost
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