His Mrs. Right Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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She wasn’t going to marry a man just to help the family business. When she finally did marry, it would be for love. It may be an outdated thought, but that was what she wanted.

The man before her, he was a player.

He was used to getting what he wanted and to hell with the consequences. He had a bad boy reputation, often showing him in the media to flaunt his latest conquest. He loved models as well as actresses and all other kinds of women. Only, the longest date so far had been a month.

“I don’t mind waiting,” she said.

“I don’t bite, Danielle.”

She pushed some hair off her face and turned to the valet, hoping he had some answers.

“I’m sorry, Miss Knox. The cab company is running behind. You could be here for another half an hour,” the valet said, not helping her cause.

She forced a smile to her lips. It wasn’t the first one this night. “Then I’d love to take your offer.”

Brice held the door open for her, and she climbed inside. Once he was seated behind the wheel, she told him her address, and he nodded. “That’s a good apartment building.”

When she was filming her shows, she always used her home out in the country. The only reason she was staying in the city was for the few events and ceremonies she’d been requested to participate in. She couldn’t wait to get back home, start experimenting so she could finish her latest cookbook, and then film the show’s next season that had already been picked up. She would never submit her cookbook or start filming until she was absolutely sure everything was perfect.

“I own the penthouse suite on the top floor,” Brice said.

“You do?” She turned toward him. She rarely had time to go and check on her neighbors, but she didn’t have the top floor of any building.

“It would appear that we’re part of the same circles but seem to be able to constantly miss each other,” Brice said.

Words at this moment in time were failing her. She didn’t want to state the obvious that the only reason they were together right now was because of the charity event.

“I don’t spend a lot of time going to social events.” This was the only one she could think of where she didn’t have an excuse to leave. If given the chance, she would have been back home, working on her new cookbook. Her parents though, were trying to set her up with available men that they felt would not only be good for business but also good for her. She wasn’t in the mood to fight them off.

However, back home she went tomorrow. She was looking forward to the next three months of experimenting, spending time by herself, and just being creative.

The next book and series would take her close to two years to finish. During that time, she would do some guest spots, touring, and of course, spending time with fans. She loved her fans.

“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow,” he said.

“Breakfast?”

“I’d like to continue this conversation over breakfast.”

“Erm, weren’t you on a date tonight?”

“I was, but it wasn’t exclusive and I’m not seeing her again.”

“Okay, I want to stop you right there because that is not happening,” she said. “There’s no way you can date one woman and then ask another out. That’s wrong, and it’s mean.”

“Sandy doesn’t care. She’s already got a new man lined up to take her out.”

“Wow, you have no idea what is wrong with that statement.”

“You don’t go out and have fun, is that it?”

“I have fun, but just because I decide not to go out with you doesn’t mean I don’t know how to.” Danielle was so relieved to see him entering the private underground parking facility. She didn’t want to spend another moment in this man’s company. The instant he parked, she was out of the car.

Walking to the elevator, she clicked the button and cursed as Brice came to stand beside her.

“You’re the first woman I know who has gotten angry at being asked to have breakfast with me. Are you not an early riser?” Brice asked.

“I’m not angry with you for asking me to have breakfast with you. What I’m angry about is … you really don’t care, do you?”

“Care about what?”

Turning to stare at him, Danielle didn’t even understand why she was trying to explain it to him.

“You were with another woman less than an hour ago.” She spoke to him slowly, hoping he’d understand. “Is your ego so big you don’t even care?”

“I think what is shocking is that you care a lot more than me. Sandy knows the deal. We were not exclusive, and I tend to go after what I want.”

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah, and I want you.”

The elevator opened up, and she stepped inside. Folding her arms across her chest, she tried to take deep breaths.


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