Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Here they are,” she says as she walks over to a glass case and flicks a switch, lighting them up.
The gloves were so different back then. They’re worn leather, stitched by hand. Maurice Belanger’s signature is scribbled on the right one in black, the same shape as the autograph on my stick.
But these gloves are not what I came to this office to see. I came to see if she’s feeling an ounce of what I am.
I turn to her, unable to hold back the fire blazing inside. “Come out with me.”
She looks legitimately confused. “What? Where?”
“Anywhere,” I say, struggling to keep my hands off her. “Come with me for a drink, or for dinner, or to Paris. Wherever you want.”
She laughs. “Paris?”
“Or Rome. Your choice.”
She steps back and crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes on me. “What about this special soulmate of yours?”
“She wouldn’t mind. She would love it.”
Riley laughs incredulously. “Oh, really?”
“Really,” I say as I step up to her. “Because I believe my soulmate is you.”
“Me?” she says, stepping back. “Me?”
“Are you telling me you don’t feel it?” I ask as I step toward her while she takes another step back. “I’ve never felt anything so strongly as how I feel when I look at you.”
Her bum bumps against the desk and she gasps. She never takes her eyes off mine. She’s feeling it too. I can tell.
“Are you intrigued by me?”
“Who wouldn’t be intrigued by you?” she answers. “You’re Brantley VanMorgan. You’re a very intriguing man.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” I say as I reach out and drag the back of my hand down her cheek. She closes her eyes and lets out a sexy little breath.
“You’re the enemy,” she says with a raspy tone. “My father said never to let your guard down around your enemies.”
“I’m not your enemy, sweet girl,” I say as I gently take her hand. “I’d dismantle the entire Hyenas organization for one kiss from your soft tender lips.”
“Are you sure there’s no one else?” she asks, looking at me skeptically.
“I’m certain of it. Who on this planet can hope to compare to you?”
I lean in and hover my mouth over hers. She shivers as her lips part and her head tilts back.
“Do you want to have dinner with me?” I whisper.
She opens her eyes and they’re full of lust. “Yes.”
I look at her mouth and the yearning is unbearable. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
I slide my hands around her possessively and pull her against my body as I kiss her soft beautiful lips. Her hands slide into my hair and she moans as I taste her sweet mouth.
My whole body comes alive. It’s like lightning striking between us.
Her hands slide down to my shoulders, tightening on them as I deepen the kiss, wanting nothing more than to live in this magical moment forever.
It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever had. I’ll treasure the memory of it for the rest of my life.
Her teeth tug on my bottom lip as we separate.
I grin as I watch her lick her lips, those cheeks all flushed, her glossy eyes full of arousal, a loose thread of her blonde hair tumbling down onto her cheek. She’s fucking perfect.
“I’ll get my assistant to get us a reservation somewhere nice,” she says, stepping back to compose herself. She takes a deep breath, fixes her dress, and then heads to the door.
I’m standing here in disbelief that I have the taste of an angel on my tongue.
CHAPTER FOUR
Riley
“My father would be upset if he saw me sitting here with you,” I say as I take a sip of wine.
Brantley VanMorgan is sitting across the table from me, looking so handsome in the candlelight. He’s wearing a tailored black suit, white shirt, no tie. He’s older at fifty-two, but he’s hotter than any man my age. He’s fit and in shape with a nice hard body. My fingertips keep tingling with the memory of touching those strong arms and broad shoulders.
But it’s his smile that really does it for me. It gets me all shaken up every time he unleashes it on my unsuspecting self.
“What wouldn’t he have approved of?” he asks, focusing on my answer.
I love how he listens to me. Like he’s hanging off every word I say.
“He would have liked you,” I tell him. “But since we’re both in the Stoney Cup finals, he would have thought this was a mistake. He would have told me I’m letting my guard down. He would have told me to stop fraternizing with the enemy.”
“Is that so?”
“Frankly, he would have told me to get my head out of my ass.”
He lets out a deep laugh and it fills me with excitement. He’s so hot when he laughs. His light blue eyes light up and he lets out the widest smile imaginable. I could stare at him laughing all day.