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His
voice alone caressed her skin and she fought for composure.
Abby had reminded herself she was an attorney, and had
forced herself to speak, but telling him that stalking was
illegal may not have been her best move.
Suave, real suave in winning over Prince Charming.
Her cheeks stung. Yep, undoubted, she was blushing. Son
of a bitch! To think, I’m a professional.
“I’m
sure I would have remembered if we had met.” His voice was
deep, sexy, and she highly doubted it was meant to turn her
on. Or was it?
“Um,
I guess you wouldn’t believe me…”
Something flickered in his dark, brown eyes and they
sparkled. His long, jet-black lashes blinked in disbelief as
he leaned in closer to her. The smell of his cologne
affected her the same way it had on the bus earlier that
day. When his nose brushed lightly against her neck up to
her ear, her skin heated and her breath was lost. Her
nipples tightened beneath the light fabric from his skin
touching hers. The air sucked out of her lungs and rational
thought--hell any thought had vanished.
“I
received an envelope today that smelled as wonderful as
you.”
Inhaling sharply, she stepped back, blinked, and glanced
around. “How did you know?”
His
warm chuckle filled the air, warming it and her body
considerably. His eyes danced. “I didn’t until you spoke.”
“Please don’t tell.” She barely heard her voice; how was
he supposed to hear her?
“I
won’t.” His smile was broad, making him even sexier and her
thong damp. “I didn’t think I would see you again.”
“What are you doing here?” She glanced to the drink in his
hand. Talk about a stupid question.
“Well, contrary to what you may think, I’m not stalking you,
but if I had known it was one of the options, I may have
considered it.” He laughed. The sound was incredible and
turned her on. “I was checking out a blonde and thinking
honestly of another woman in a bunny outfit that I would
never see again.” His expression had grown more serious and
his voice had become quieter.
“And
now that you know that they are one in the same?” Why did he
make her nervous? Right-- gorgeous, tall, dark, and
downright delicious in a really expensive suit.
“I’m
amazed that we are again in the same spot at the same time.”
His brows furrowed. “And I’m wondering if I will be able to
get your name.”
Okay, he is also charming.
“I’m Abby.”
“Abby, I like it. I’m Jack, and now that we have that out of
the way, what would it take to convince you to leave this
place with me for something quieter?”
“An
answer.” She wasn’t coy by nature, but then again, nature
didn’t normally have the hunkiest man in the world cross her
path twice in the same day.
“Well, I have an answer, what would be the question.”
Here goes nothing.
“Your place or mine?”
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