Last chance to enter the gorgeous GIVEAWAYS on Her Best Four Letter Word blog hop today, so I thought I'd add another excerpt with a handy hint (answer!) to the Giveaway question!
The clack, clack, clacks of her heels slowed against the sidewalk even as her heart rate sped up. Jared’s SOS text meant he needed help ousting his Latest Limpet back to The Real World where it was clearly understood her time with the millionaire corporate property investor was up.
She should ignore it. Concentrate on “The Plan” instead and fill out a few more job applications.
Still. He was a friend in need …
Sending a quick response, she hailed a cab. Destination: The Thai Lounge. Jared’s preferred venue for dealing with “Code Reds”. Not that there were many. Mostly women knew the score and enjoyed their time with him for what it was: a
mutually enjoyable interlude. It was only occasionally a woman morphed into full-on Limpet mode.
That was where she came in. An arranged ‘chance meeting’ between her and Jared with some subtle flirting was usually enough to leave the impression that he had effectively moved on.
Leaning back against the cab’s fading leather, Amanda admitted to a tiny, miniscule really, loss of perspective where Jared and their sporadic
role-playing Limpet-dispensing exercises was concerned. Because for all that was up-front, solid, responsible, and in- control about Jared— there was, lurking just beneath the surface, a hint of danger and a dark sensuousness that any
woman would be inclined to want to try and entice out to play. Add in the six-feet-two, exquisitely muscled, chiselled cheek-boned, full-lipped, green-eyed, raven-haired wrapping and well …
Amanda squirmed. Darn it, was she going to have to get out “The Plan” again?
She chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe these days the camaraderie between them had been replaced with something far less easy to label— he still needed her help didn’t he?
She should ignore it. Concentrate on “The Plan” instead and fill out a few more job applications.
Still. He was a friend in need …
Sending a quick response, she hailed a cab. Destination: The Thai Lounge. Jared’s preferred venue for dealing with “Code Reds”. Not that there were many. Mostly women knew the score and enjoyed their time with him for what it was: a
mutually enjoyable interlude. It was only occasionally a woman morphed into full-on Limpet mode.
That was where she came in. An arranged ‘chance meeting’ between her and Jared with some subtle flirting was usually enough to leave the impression that he had effectively moved on.
Leaning back against the cab’s fading leather, Amanda admitted to a tiny, miniscule really, loss of perspective where Jared and their sporadic
role-playing Limpet-dispensing exercises was concerned. Because for all that was up-front, solid, responsible, and in- control about Jared— there was, lurking just beneath the surface, a hint of danger and a dark sensuousness that any
woman would be inclined to want to try and entice out to play. Add in the six-feet-two, exquisitely muscled, chiselled cheek-boned, full-lipped, green-eyed, raven-haired wrapping and well …
Amanda squirmed. Darn it, was she going to have to get out “The Plan” again?
She chewed on her bottom lip. Maybe these days the camaraderie between them had been replaced with something far less easy to label— he still needed her help didn’t he?
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