And he’d never again let a woman in that close just to rip his heart to shreds. Marriage was out of the question. He’d been doing just fine with casual hookups. No shortage of women that wanted to sleep with him. He’d gotten lucky in the gene pool, a combination of his parents’ looks that made him, the middle son, a happy medium between hulking man (his older brother Vince) and shrimpy sweet-faced man (his younger brother Angel).
He took off his work shirt, hanging it on a hook on the back of the office door, and sat at his desk in his clean white undershirt. He figured the woman might want dirty hands, but she wouldn’t want grease on her fancy designer clothes. He had twenty minutes to kill before she got here, so he went through some of the paperwork cluttering his desk. Only five minutes later, the front door of the showroom chimed. She was early, but what the hell. He cleared the desk of paperwork and stacked it in a pile. Now he had two surfaces to work with—wall or desk, depending on which way things went.
He watched the red-haired beauty for a moment behind the one-way glass window facing the showroom. She took off her large round sunglasses and tucked them into her purse, looking all around the place. She looked younger than Luke had described. Probably had plastic surgery like all the wealthy society women. She wore a dark blue sleeveless dress with yellow flowers that showed off an abundance of curves in all the right places. Her feet were in green spiked heels with a bow across the front. The bow with its girliness was a sharp contrast to the spiked heels that sent a very different message.
Intrigued, he made a quick exit from the office and strode across the showroom to where she was standing. She looked behind her and then back to him. He offered a hand with his trademark killer smile—part player, part charm. “Hi, I’m Nico.”
She shook his hand. “H-hi.”
She was playing shy. How cute.
“Right this way,” he said.
He led her to his office and shut the door. “We both know why you’re here,” he said before he bent her over his arm and kissed her just like he’d seen in a movie once. She tasted like cherries, and he was unexpectedly greedy for more. The kiss went on and on, an urgency he hadn’t felt in a very long time, driving him on. She was all softness, hot and sweet. He finally let her back up, breathing hard. Her bright blue eyes were wide.
And then she slapped him.
Ow. He put a hand to his stinging cheek.
“Do that again,” she said.
He did, this time pressing her curvy body fully against him, her tongue slid alongside his, which made him crazed. He couldn’t stop kissing her, and the urgency to press into those luscious curves had him lowering her over the desk. He reached down and hiked up her dress. She squeaked. He tore his mouth from hers. “What’s wrong?”
She smoothed her hair. Her cheeks were pink. “If that’s how you treat all your customers, I’ll shop here more often.”
Shop? Oh, fuck no. He eased himself off her. “Wait, who are you?”
She sat up. “Lily Spencer. My father has an account here. He told me to get whatever I wanted as a graduation present.”
No, oh, hell, no. What had he done? Her dad, George Spencer, was his best, wealthiest client. He could barely think straight. All the blood had left his brain the minute her lips touched his.
His gut twisted as something truly horrifying occurred to him. “Please tell me you’re not graduating high school.”
She smiled mischievously and didn’t answer.
“How old are you?” he barked.
“Relax. I just graduated law school.”
He shoved both hands in his hair, trying to force his brain to think rationally while his body was still in full-tilt crazy lust. “So you’re not Tiffany?”
She tilted her head. “Does Lily sound like Tiffany?”
“I thought you were someone else,” he said.
“I’m not.”
“Are you going to tell your dad?”
She gave him an impish smile. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether you do it again.” She winked. “That means I want you to.”
Was she nuts?
“I love your customer service,” she purred. And then she wrapped both arms around his neck, pressed her hot curvy body against his, and kissed him again.
She absolutely was nuts. But he couldn’t help himself. He dove back in for more, one hand shoved in those silky locks, the other wrapped around her waist, kissing her like a starving man. His hand slid lower to her ass and pressed her right where he badly needed relief.
She pulled away a long moment later, a bemused smile on her lips. There was a small bow, a slight dip, on her upper lip that had him reaching out to trace it. She met his eyes with her electric blues, and he felt it like a jolt to his system.
She let out a shaky breath. “Maybe you should help me buy a car now.”
He pressed his thumb to her plump lower lip, imagining that mouth on him. She was made for sin. “Yeah, sure,” he managed. But all he could think was more.
She slipped past him and out of the office. He gave himself a moment to get rid of his massive hard-on, but it wasn’t going anyplace soon. He pulled on his work shirt, buttoned it, and left it untucked. Then he took a deep breath and joined Lily Spencer, daughter of his best client, in the showroom.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to all the usual suspects—my hubby, boys, and Zeke for cheering me on each in their own way. Thanks, as always, to Tessa, Pauline, Mimi, Shannon, Kim, Maura, and Jenn for all you do. And thank you, dear reader, for making it all possible.
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Kylie Gilmore is the USA Today bestselling author of the Clover Park series and the Clover Park STUDS series. She writes quirky, tender romance with a solid dose of humor.
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