I look up automatically when the door opens. Then I stop what I’m doing and look at the woman again. She’s petite. Shoulder-length blonde hair, tinged with pink. Her eyes are dark and stormy, her nose is as cute as a button, and her lips are full and lush.
She stalks toward me, her breasts bouncing under her thin t-shirt in a mesmerizing, distracting way. I have to force myself not to stare. I can see the dark outline of her nipples underneath the white cotton, and fuck me, that’s hot. She’s not classically beautiful, but my cock is extremely intrigued.
“Hi.” I turn off the power sander, take off my safety glasses, and lower the volume on the radio. “Can I help you?”
She folds her hands over her chest, pushing out those glorious tits. “Yes,” she snaps. “You can certainly help me. You can explain what the hell a sex chair is doing in my brewpub.” Her eyes flash fire. “Is this some kind of a joke? Because it’s really not funny at all.”
It takes me a second to catch up. “You work at the brewpub?” Fuck. Gino Barbini, Chaos Lord, strikes again. He had two pieces of furniture to deliver, and somehow, he’s managed to mix them up. If he dropped off Zach’s sex chair in the brewpub, then the countertop is probably already in Bainbridge.
I could call Gino and chew him out, or I could laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. I choose the latter. My lips twitching, I survey the indignant woman. “Come on. You don’t think it’s a little bit funny?” I wipe my hand on my jeans and stick it out to her. “I’m Dominic Wilde. It sounds like my delivery driver, Gino, screwed up.”
She shakes it reluctantly, her hand tiny in mine. “Cat Milnick. Where’s my bar?”
Hello, kitty. “Is that short for something?”
Her eyes spit fire at me. “Catherine. Not that it’s any of your business, Mr. Wilde.”
She’s wound up so fucking tight. I wonder what she’d look like after she makes love. Strands of her pink hair spread out on a pillow, her full lips curled in a smile, her body soft and sated.
My cock hardens even further, and I mutter a curse under my breath. This is insane. I’m not a teenager. I enjoy women, but I’ve never pictured someone in my bed so readily. I haven’t been this painfully turned on in a long time.
“Call me Dom, please.”
“Fine. Dom.” There’s a defiant edge in her voice. “Where’s my bar, Dom?”
Knowing Gino, it could be anywhere in Ontario. “My best guess? Bainbridge.”
“Bainbridge?” She snatches her hand back, and her voice rises in pitch. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s hours away from here.”
I’m not seeing the problem. “Relax,” I say, trying to pacify her. “I’ll call Gino, and he’ll get your bar back.”
“The same Gino who dropped off that chair in my pub. Or whatever it is.” She sounds incredulous. “Smack dab in the middle of the restaurant, where anyone walking by on the street can see it.”
Every time she mentions the chair, she moves her weight from one leg to the other. She’s turned on. Her nipples are pebbled, and her cheeks are pink, and she can’t meet my eyes.
I bite back my grin. The truth is, I have a pretty good read on the woman standing in front of me. She might dye her hair pink, but that’s the extent of her rebellion. As fascinated as she is by my chair, she’ll never act on her curiosity. Like Teresa Barbini, she’ll fantasize about BDSM from the safety of her e-reader.
A devilish urge comes over me. “Whatever it is?” I chuckle. “You had it right the first time, Catherine Milnick. It’s a sex chair. If you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to show you how it works.”
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CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
The Drake Family Series
Temporary Wife (A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance)
Fake Fiance (A Billionaire Second Chance Romance)
Standalone Books
Hard Wood
MAX: A Friends to Lovers Romance
A Touch of Blackmail
A Very Paisley Christmas
Boyfriend by the Hour
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MÉNAGE ROMANCE
Club Ménage
Menage in Manhattan
The Dirty series
The Cocky series
Dirty X6
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BDSM ROMANCE
Assassin’s Revenge
Nights in Venice
Mr. Banks (A British Billionaire Romance)
Teaching Maya
The House of Pain
The Professor’s Pet
The Audition
The Watcher
Doctor Dom
Dominant - A Boxed Set containing The House of Pain, The Professor’s Pet, The Audition and The Watcher
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