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A Slave of My Own Desirewriting as Eve Summers |
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Hot Chocolate and Cool Vanilla He will make her do everything she's ever wanted |
His hand, when it touches mine for a second, sends a wave of heat through my body. I don’t even know this man, but his sheer magnetism can only mean one thing for me: trouble. Make that Trouble with a capital T. I sigh. That’s not for me, I can’t help thinking wistfully. I said goodbye to Trouble when I was twenty-one. And now this man is threatening to destroy the peace I’ve worked so hard to attain. “A girl like you should be drinking champagne,” he says. “Soup cocktails are not enough challenge for you.” His eyes are flirting with me. Now is my chance to say that there is no champagne at my sister’s party, to which he will suggest going to his place where he undoubtedly keeps a selection of bottles on ice, and then…. “A man like you is dangerous,” I reply before my brain kicks in. Damn. I expect him to ask why, but he surprises me. He takes my hand and places the briefest of kisses inside my palm. Electricity zips through me at the speed of light. “Danger, madam, is my middle name.” He turns to leave. I want him so much it hurts. I know I could stop him with a single word. Instead, I watch the man who could have been the man of my life walk away from me. I should be relieved. I’m not. My body is tingling all over, my heart is pounding in my ears. Damn me and my silly sense of what’s proper. Damn my parents, my upbringing. Damn it all. I don’t even have his phone number. |
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Eve Summers is a Coffee Time Romance Author
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He will make her do everything she's ever wanted |
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