What The Heart Needs (Stars Landing #1) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Stars Landing Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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Mr. Black was dissimilar to Elliott in every way but one- they were both unusually tall. Where Elliott was dark-haired and bright-eyed, Mr. Black had Midwestern cornsilk blond hair much too long to seem professional and had big deep brown eyes that reminded her of a deer. His face was fuller, his jawbone wide and strong. His blue suit fell nicely over his wide chest and shoulders.

Hannah sat there watching the two men greet each other warmly and exchanging pleasantries. Mr. Black smiled easily, reminding her of James. When his gaze fell on her, Elliott's smile faded a bit. It would have been unnoticeable by anyone who wasn't acutely aware of his facial expressions.

"Tate Black, this is Hannah Clary, my assistant. Hannah this is Tate, my attorney."

Tate walked over, his smile creasing the skin deep into his cheeks and revealing disarmingly charming dimples and perfect teeth. "Hannah, nice to meet you."

Hannah stood and shook the hand he extended to her, her lips falling into a smile to match his.

"Oh, geez. I hope you're not here to get Mr. Michael's out of the trouble I have apparently gotten him into."

"Oh, I'm sure that isn't what happened," Tate said, finally releasing her hand from his broad, warm one full of callouses.

"It's not," Elliott's voice broke in, clipped and authoritative. "Hannah..." he said, looking pointedly toward the door.

Although he was always brash and grating, something about being dismissed bothered her more than it should have. With startling clarity, she realized it was because they had slept together. And that was entirely unacceptable. She needed to act and feel as though nothing had happened.

"Right, well, I have work to do. It was nice to meet you Mr. Black," she said, walking out and closing the door before he even responded.

She needed to pull herself together. Plenty of women had sex with people they saw every day and managed to act like nothing happened. They certainly didn't get their heckles up when said person behaved toward them the way they always had. She would have to learn to act that way.

Even though just five minutes before, he had been touching her neck and filling her mind with images or memories until she was turned on fully just by the thought of him.

Elliott didn't know why he had been so short with her. Maybe a part of him didn't want Hannah getting to know Tate. He never seemed to have trouble landing women with his all-American looks. And Elliott knew he was an all around good, stand-up guy. But it bothered him. And it was a new sensation. He'd never been a jealous man and he certainly never got emotionally invested. But he wasn't keen on the idea of sharing Hannah. She was... his.

The thought landed uneasy like bile in his gut. She wasn't his. She was new. She was different. He had thoroughly enjoyed her. He had every intention of enjoying her in the future. Frequently. But she was most certainly not his.

She avoided him the rest of the day. He wasn't sure if it was because he had been short with her or because they had slept together. Chances were it was both. He caught her every now and then purposely focusing on paperwork or her cell phone to avoid seeing him. And while he was sure she would attribute it to being a good employee (which he couldn't argue with), he knew avoidance when he saw it.

But without her looking, he got to take good, long glances at her. He noticed the way her sweater hung loosely from her shoulders. Maybe he could incorporate some meals in between sex sessions.

Elliott watched some of the staff file out, realizing it must have already been past five o'clock. Hannah was standing at Tad's desk, looking over his shoulder at something on his computer.

He walked back into his office, opening the door to Hannah's office. He pulled something out of his pocket, left it on her desk, and went back into his own office with a smile.

Hannah had just said goodnight to a worried Tad who wanted to stay late with her to walk her to her car. She had somehow managed to talk him out of it and ushered him to the elevator. She walked into her office, shocked to not find another note on the floor. She threw a stack of papers onto her desk before she noticed something on the center of her desk.

Her panties.

Her mouth fell comically open as she snatched up the panties and shoved them into her purse as if someone was around who might see them. The letters were one thing, but how the hell had her psycho stalker found her panties? Hannah fell into her chair heavily. Maybe Tad was right. Maybe it was Dan. She obviously had access to EM's house.


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