Last Call (Book #2 - Heat Wave Series)
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Kat burst out laughing, then threw her hand over her mouth. Erik was as hetero as they came, and there wasn’t a chance in hell of turning him. Thank God.
Sexual genius like his couldn’t possibly play both sides of the fence, and what a shame it would be for womankind if he did. He had long fingers and strong, capable hands. She’d expected the jagged scars on his palms—the ones he’d flat-out refused to discuss—to be rough, like calluses. But his touch was soft, and he knew exactly where, when, and how to stroke a woman’s body to elicit sensations and feelings never before discovered.
At least that’s what he’d done to her. And just thinking about it caused dampness in her palms and… other places that had no business getting damp at the moment.
She needed to get a grip. Now wasn’t the time to remember, and it sure as hell wasn’t the place for a reaction. She now knew Erik was an equal-opportunity sex magnet, but she still didn’t know his relationship to the agency. “Who is he? Is he a client?”
“His name is Erik Monteague,” Maggie said. “His family owns Monteague Boats, and he’s one of our larger clients.”
Damn, damn, damn.
“Mmm… hmmm… I imagine he is.” Seth had taken on a stereotypical gay man pose—hip cocked to the side, one arm crossed over his stomach while his free hand held a glass of wine to his lips. His eyes were hooded and appreciative as he stared at Erik.
“Life offers few guarantees, Seth, but one thing I can guarantee is that you’ll never have the opportunity to verify that,” Cara, the radio station rep, jumped in. Turning dark brown eyes to Kat, she explained. “Erik’s known for his wild escapades…” She cocked her head to the side and rolled her eyes toward Seth. “…with the ladies.”
Her words had been directed at Seth, but they’d settled in Kat’s gut like a heavy weight. The night she met Erik, she’d suspected one-night stands were a way of life for him. That had been part of the reason she’d left while he was still sleeping. However, knowing it intuitively was a lot different than hearing about his sexcapades first hand.
Cut the crap, Kat.
Jealousy was ridiculous and immature. She’d been lucky enough to have one night with Erik, and the memories were hers forever. Tonight, however, was not the time to stroll down memory lane. The situation was surreal and like bad déjà vu. What would happen to her job if anyone found out she’d slept with Erik?
It was before you took this job—relax.
Easy to think, but hard to do with the past rushing at her like an out of control freight train destined for a horrible, fiery crash. She refused to let another promotion slip away because of a lapse in judgment. He’d been pissed off by her presence, so maybe he’d be happy to keep their fling quiet.
Tightness filled her chest at the thought of asking him to treat their night together as a dirty little secret. She was sure to him it had just been another one-night stand, but to her it had been more. Much more.
“His nickname is ‘The Full Monty,’” Cara said, interrupting Kat’s thoughts. “No one works harder than Erik, but he plays equally hard. He’s wild and untamed. Many have tried, but most believe he’ll never settle down.”
Kat studied Cara as she absently stroked her arm and glanced around the room, obviously searching for the object of their discussion. Kat didn’t know if she was being warned off Erik for her protection, or because Cara had designs on Erik and wanted one less competitor in the field. Either way, it didn’t matter. Erik was off-limits to Kat regardless of his settling-down tendencies.
“You said the name of his company is Monteague Boats?” Kat asked.
Maggie confirmed with a shake of her head, and Kat ran a quick mental scan of the client list Rusty had passed on to her. She’d known Erik’s last name and that he lived somewhere along the North Carolina coast. Although his name hadn’t been the main focus of her memories, she felt certain if she’d stumbled across it on her client list, she would’ve noticed.
At least she could take small consolation in knowing that, even though he was a client of the agency, he wasn’t one of her personal clients. Therefore, she wouldn’t have to see him on a regular basis. He might even be a client who preferred doing everything via email and fax, and she wouldn’t have to see him at all.
Feeling slightly better about the situation, she thanked the trio for their information and excused herself. After that near freak-out, she needed to slip into the backyard garden for some fresh air and a moment of solitude before diving back into the fray.
About the author
Alannah believes there’s nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you’ve found happily-ever-after.
She loves going to go to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happily-ever-afters.
She lives in the southeast United States with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, a cat and an outrageous number of ducks and geese that inhabit the pond on their farm.
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Other books by Alannah
Reaction Time
Heat Wave Series
Savin’ Me
Last Call
Book #3 - Coming early 2013
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