Ice Queen. Good girl. Uptight do-gooder.
Quinn Taylor has grown up always doing what was right and, since graduating from law school, likens herself to a modern-day David taking on the Goliaths of the world. Goliaths such as the CEO of Thornhill Management. Playing babysitter and muse to the overindulged CEO was not what she had in mind, but with mounting debt making even a cup of coffee a luxury, Quinn’s ready to swallow her pride and get in bed with the devil. Something that, the more time she spends with the man, becomes increasingly enticing.
But the stakes are too high for either of them to risk an inner-office fling…until an unexpected trip to Quinn’s hometown brings a long-denied simmering attraction to a boil. They’ll have to decide what they’re willing to risk and how far they’re willing to fall if love doesn’t conquer all.
Even here in the middle of nowhere, he’d managed to get his hands on a light gray suit that seemed to be made for those broad shoulders and a crisp white shirt that opened enough to give her a tantalizing glimpse of his warm, tanned skin. Combined with his loafers, he was the debonair playboy CEO that she’d been trying not to think salacious thoughts about for months.
Except for the beard. Which, for some reason, having just felt it caressing her skin hours before, made James almost feel more like…hers.
James pushed his hands in his pockets and sauntered over.
“I’ll go check on the DJ while you…,” Sabrina trailed off when he approached and she smiled slyly. “Actually, James, I’m trusting you will make sure that my sister chills for a little while? Maybe even has a good time?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Only he hadn’t taken his eyes off her, and she was finding that if he didn’t stop staring at her like he was undressing her with his eyes, she was probably going to melt into the floor at his feet.
With a last smile and a pat on the back, Sabrina was off, leaving Quinn trying to remember what it meant to form coherent speech.
She turned slightly to see that James was staring at her again, only his smile had slipped off his face, and he was staring at her with an almost naked need.
She licked her lips, her throat suddenly dry.
And she tried to remember all the reasons why anything more than a professional relationship with James Thornhill was impossible.
When right now, it seemed more than just possible.
It seemed inevitable.
Ashlee Mallory is a USA Today Bestselling author of Contemporary Romance, Romantic Suspense, and Thrillers. A recovering attorney, she currently resides in Utah with her husband and two kids. She aspires to one day include running, hiking and traveling to exotic destinations in her list of things she enjoys, but currently settles for enjoying a good book and a glass of wine from the comfort of her couch.
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