by Dawn Brower
This, of course, left her without much desire to actually leave the airport.
If it appeared this bad from the inside looking out, it had to be ten times worse to actually be underneath the wicked spray. Tori pulled her phone out of her purse and clicked the side button to check the time. The phone had already adjusted itself to the time difference between New York and Seattle. Her appointment with the realtor was in an hour. She needed to go check into her hotel and soon if she hoped to make the appointment on time.
With a sigh of resignation, Tori grabbed her carryon bag and trekked through the terminal to baggage claim. She pulled her two suitcases off the conveyer and stacked her carryon bag on top of the smaller one. As she turned to go toward the rental car area, she walked right into a hard male chest.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you…” She gazed up into a pair of aquamarine eyes filled with hatred.
“No need to explain. I’m well-aware how self-absorbed you are.”
The beginning of a sigh built up deep inside of Tori's chest. She squashed it before it could expel itself from her body. Wesley Novak, the bane of her existence. She wanted to avoid him on this trip. Apparently the fates had a different idea altogether. At any other moment in time, with any other male, she’d have enjoyed the encounter.
Especially a male as gorgeous as Wes.
His long hair was a beautiful, golden shade of blond, his eyes alternated between green and brown, and he had a rock-hard chest she was desperate to run her hands all over. Unfortunately for her, for reasons she didn’t quite understand, the man loathed her.
“What are you doing here Wes?”
“I’m here to offer you a ride.”
Well, wasn’t that just peachy? By the expression on his face, he didn’t want to extend the offer any more than she wanted to accept it. His eyebrows were so scrunched together, they threatened to form a uni-brow. Every time he glanced at her, his eyes shot daggers, ready to kill her on sight. She had to wonder whose bright idea it was to have him pick her up from the airport. Hell, who even knew she’d arrived to be picked up? She thought she had stalled Ginny earlier on the phone.
“I don’t need a ride. I’m gonna walk on over there to get a rental car. I’m not about to rely on you for anything. I might end up in a body bag somewhere marked as a Jane Doe.”
“You would be familiar with body bags seeing what you are responsible for.”
What? That was a new one. She had nothing to do with body bags or dead bodies for that matter. Clearly Wes decided to take a trip off the deep end into loco town.
“I’m not even going to touch that one. Leave me be, Wes. I can take care of myself,” Tori snidely remarked.
“I know. It’s what you’re good at. But I’m here anyway. Don’t worry, it’s not for you. I’m here ’cause Ginnifer worries about you. Only God knows why.”
“Well you can go on back to the ranch and tell her you saw me and I’m fine. I’m going to check into my hotel. I have an appointment. I don’t have all day to stand here and argue with you.”
“Well then quit bitching, and do as you’re told for once.” Wes continued to glare at her in disapproval. If he kept it up, he was going to get some serious forehead wrinkles and some unflattering ones around the edges of his mouth.
He wrenched her largest bag from her hand and stomped out of the airport. His attitude suggested he expected her to follow in his footsteps. Vitoria stared down at her four-inch, fire-engine-red stilettos. She had no chance of catching up to him with them on. So she didn’t even try. One thing was perfectly clear though—he took off with the bag housing most of her essential items in it.
She had two choices; either follow him, albeit a little slower, or let him keep the bag and get the rental car she intended.
After weighing both options with care, she decided on the rental car. Worst-case scenario, he would take her bag back to the ranch. It wasn’t lost, only misplaced for a little while. If she was being honest with herself, she’d rather lose it than deal with Mr. Grumpy the rest of the day.
Body bag? Really? A new low for him. She sashayed over to the rental car counter pulling other two bags.
“Can I help you, miss?” A guy with white hair and dark-rimmed glasses stared back at her.
Tori saw a nametag displaying the name Pete in bold black letters on his blue button-up shirt. “Yes—Pete.” She flashed him her most alluring smile and ran her fingers down his arm. “I’d like the most luxurious car you have available.”
Tori was in the mood to be splashy and extravagant. Why not? She had the money to burn and it filled her with happiness. The trust fund her parents’ set up left her quite wealthy. She hadn't seen them in years. After she left her parent's home and went away to college she saw no reason to visit—it really was best for her mental stability. Her parents didn't give off any warm and fuzzy feelings. The money though she utilized at every opportunity. It was hard earned living with two emotionless people who claimed to care about her. With the added profits from her business, Tori never needed to stress about money. She hoped they had a sports car, rare yes, but desired after dealing with Wes.
“I’m sorry, but we only have one vehicle left.”
“I guess I’ll be glad you have something at all. What kind is it?”
“It’s a standard SUV, a Ford Edge,” he explained.
“I’ll take it.”
Admittedly it was not a vehicle she preferred, but beggars couldn’t be choosers when they wanted out of the airport as fast as possible. She didn’t know if Wes planned on coming back and attempting to strong-arm her into going with him.
She located the yellow Ford Edge and clicked the remote on the keychain to unlock it. Luggage deposited in the rear hatch, she hastened to the driver’s side. The little disagreement with Wes put her behind schedule, and the awful downpour of rain still battered the streets.
So instead of going to her hotel, she put the realtor’s address into the GPS. Several minutes later she parked her vehicle and took a minute to relax while she plotted her next move. She needed to get inside without drenching herself from head to toe. If only she’d planned for the possibility of rain. Who went to Seattle and didn’t bring anything to prevent the rain from soaking them to the skin?
Clearly her sleep-deprived mind didn’t function well since she’d forgotten such an important accessory as an umbrella.
She gathered everything she needed and prepared to run as fast as possible in four-inch stilettos. She damn near skipped toward the office door as it opened to allow her inside.
“Quite the storm we are getting today.” A cultured voice filled her ears, and she looked up to see a male with black curly hair and chocolate-brown eyes smile down at her. Dimples formed at the corners of his mouth, giving him a charming exterior. She found him incredibly sexy and a nice change after Wes’s rude attitude.
“Yeah, it sure is. Not something I was expecting either.”
“I can tell with your lack of umbrella.” His dimples popped back out as he smiled.
“Thanks for getting the door for me.” Lame response, but she lacked anything else to say. His male beauty stunned her into stupidity.
“It’s always my pleasure to help a beautiful woman. I’m Miguel Santiago.”
“Vitoria Miene.” She held her hand out to shake his. Instead he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it. A small shiver traveled down her spine at the gesture.
“What are you doing in Seattle, Mrs. Miene?”
“It’s just Miss. I’m not married. I’m hoping to relocate here from New York. Are you a real-estate agent, Mr. Santiago?”
“No, not at all. I do have several holdings, but I am a developer, not an agent. I’m leaving a meeting with my agent, Miss Dearborn.”
“Funny you should mention her name. I am actually supposed to meet with her in fifteen minutes to look over some possible office space. It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Santiago, but I’m afraid I must run.”
“Migue
l.”
“What?” Tori stopped in her tracks, baffled.
“Please call me Miguel. I hate being so formal with such a lovely woman as yourself. Perhaps I can talk you into having dinner with me this evening?”
Smoothness, this man oozed it out and recycled it for future use.
“Oh, I don’t know. I have quite a bit to do. I’ll have to take a rain check.” She waved her hands outside. “No pun intended.”
Miguel chuckled. “I will hold you to it.”
“I’m sure you will.” Tori flashed him her most gamine smile.
“Until we meet again.” Miguel nodded at her and exited the building with an open umbrella raised to the sky.
The things she learned and the people she met when she least expected it. He certainly dripped charm and charisma. Maybe she should have taken him up on his offer of dinner. She could use a good meal with a handsome man. Sadly, she had way too much to do before she could enjoy such things. Like finding a new office and a place to live. Those took precedence over drool-worthy and lickable men. Tori watched him stroll down the sidewalk until his black suit was no longer visible from the office window. She turned her attention back to the task at hand and went to check in with the receptionist.
“I’m here to meet with Miss Dearborn. I’m Vitoria Miene.”
“I’ll let her know you are here.” The perky redhead got up and bounced over to Miss Dearborn’s office. After delivering her news, she sat back down and typed at her computer, not glancing up once, even when Miss Dearborn finally exited her office to retrieve Tori for their meeting.
“Miss Miene?” she asked.
“Yes. That’s me.”
“If you follow me to my office, we can get started.”
Vitoria got up and trailed after her. She entered a plush office with a color scheme of beige and cream. Vitoria sat down in a chair located near her desk and relaxed back into its cushiony comfort.
“I have a list of places that would be acceptable for what you require. Here is a mock-up of each office space and where they are located. It includes rental fees and what is expected in the lease.”
Tori took the files and browsed through the materials. When she made the appointment, she detailed exactly what she would need in an office space and apartment to help expedite the process.
“What about apartments?”
“I have a separate folder for those, but I thought the office space was a more immediate need.”
“Both are now equally important. I’ve had a change of plans. I’ll look over the office file first though.”
Tori went over each rental unit carefully and picked the one most suited for her needs. She needed a basic space for her office and her assistant. Only one fit her exact requirements.
“I want to sign a lease on this one today if possible after I view it in person. When will you be able to show it to me? If it fits my needs, after I sign the contract I will leave the deposit and first month’s rent with you.”
"We can go look at it right now if you have time." Tori nodded. Miss Dearborn continued, “I’ll have Tabitha print out the contract for us to take with us. Look over the apartments, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
As Miss Dearborn left the office, Tori perused through the pictures of the apartments. She wasn’t particular, but she wanted it to be comfortable. Maybe she shouldn’t rush into a living space. A visit to each one was required before making a decision. There were at least two she desired a personal look at before she made a decision.
“Did you see anything you like?”
“Yes these two apartments might work. I’d like to arrange a viewing of each one.”
“Certainly, that can be arranged. I’ll call them and set up an appointment. Is there any specific time that works for you?”
“No, call me when it is all arranged.” Vitoria shook her head. “Wait, I can’t look at them tomorrow. I have other plans, but any other day will work. "
"If you're ready to view the property we can head over now. Would you like me to drive?"
Vitoria nodded. "Yes that works for me."
Miss Dearborn led them to her vehicle. Tori stepped into the passenger side and sat down. The location of the space for lease wasn't far from the real estate office. Fifteen minutes later they were already inside looking over the floor plan.
"As you can see it meets all of your requirements."
The office space was located on the fifth floor of the building. She scanned the front area—the room was filled with natural light and a view of the Seattle skyline.
The walls were painted soft beige accented by chocolate-brown carpet. The windows were ceiling to floor with long sweeping venetian blinds the same color as the carpet.
Some new seating with a mix of the already existing colors in the room would look chic. The desk Alison already used would fit in nicely within the room. It had three rooms that could be used as separate offices and one large room that would make a nice conference room.
The largest space utilized for office space would be hers. It was a corner room with the same window design as the front entrance. All she needed was a small table for her personal office. A table along with some chairs and then she could set up her meeting with her client, Colt. She would order one from a furniture store to be delivered. This office space would work well with all of her plans and ideas.
"Yes it does. Do you have the contract?”
“Yes. Here it is.”
Vitoria looked it over and made sure it all appeared to be in order. She didn’t go to law school to get taken in by a real estate lease. Everything looked good so she signed it and wrote a check out for the rental fee and deposit.
“Do you have the keys or do I need to come back and pick them up?”
“I can give them to you when we return to the office.”
“Thank you.”
They left the building and went back to the real estate office. Tori was relieved to have at least one thing settled. It would be a lot better once she knew where she was going to live. In the meantime she could live out of a hotel room.
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Excerpt: Sensual Games
Novak Springs Book Three
Chapter 1
Emmaline Novak took a deep breath and entered the kitchen of her family home. Her older brother, Dallas, and his wife, Ginnifer, were already seated at the table. Both had cups in their hands, but her sister-in-law was giving hers a dirty look. No doubt because it was decaffeinated, and she hadn’t acclimated to it well. Ginnifer loved her coffee, and having to downgrade it—her words—happened to be pure torture.
Ginnifer took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. “Damn this stuff is awful.”
Dallas patted her hands, cajoling. “I know, think of how much healthier it is for the baby.”
Ginnifer glared at him. If possible, she’d have shot ice out of her eyes and froze him in place, her stare was that glacial. “Don’t patronize me.”
Emma muffled a chuckle with her hand. Ginnifer was pregnant with their first child. She was due in a little over a month. Emma couldn’t wait to meet her new niece or nephew.
“Hello.” Emma strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard. “How are you two doing this fine morning?” She lifted the coffee pot, filled her mug, and took a sip of the hot beverage.
“The jury’s still out on whether it is indeed fine,” Ginnifer muttered. “You’re pretty chipper this morning.”
Emma grinned. “And you’re still a grump, but I love you anyway.”
Dallas studied her and tilted his head. “No, Gin’s right. You’re in a good mood. What happened?” He paused and held up his hands. “Not that it’s a bad thing, but generally you can match Gin for most irritated on a good day.”
Emma bit her lip. This was the hard part. She needed to tell Dallas her plans changed—again. She graduated over a year ago with a degree to work as a sports physical therapist. It was her dream job. One she abandoned when Colt Lewis b
roke her heart. She’d been offered a job at the Seattle Starlings before she graduated. Colt played on their team—a second-string quarterback. She couldn’t work with them knowing she’d have to see him every day she went into work. It would have killed her and broke what remained of her battered heart. So she’d come home and begged her brother to let her start the Cowgirl Yoga program. It had been so successful they’d sold out in their opening run, as well as their second season. But Emma’s heart wasn’t in it. So she hoped she could talk Ginnifer into taking it over for the next year, and every year after that.
“I have news,” she began, pausing to stare at both of them. “I found a job.”
“A job? I thought Cowgirl Yoga was your job,” Dallas stated.
“Well, yes, that’s something I want to talk to you about. It’s—well there’s no easy way to say this. I’m bored with it. It was never something I wanted to do fulltime.”
“So what, you’re going to abandon it now?”
“No, well, I was hoping I could talk Ginnifer into taking it over.” She turned toward her sister-in-law. “The Cowgirl Yoga program only runs for six weeks a year. You work from home for the most part with your freelance writing. This past season you did almost as much as I did to keep it running.”
“Yes, that’s true, but next year I’ll have the baby too.”
“I can come back and help out. I don’t want to be in charge.” Emma pleaded with her eyes, hoping Ginnifer could see how much she needed to escape. “I want to work in the field I trained for. I didn’t think I’d be able to, but when Henry Ellwood called begging me to reconsider working with them, I found I couldn’t refuse. Please say you’ll do it. I’d hate to see the Cowgirl Yoga program fall into oblivion.”
Henry Ellwood was the head physician employed by the Seattle Starlings. His expertise in sports medicine was part of the reason she chose to be a sports physical therapist. He’d been one of her instructors and guided her in her academic choices. She’d hating turning him down before. If not for him she’d never have known how much she loved working in physical therapy. At the time it seemed like a dream. One so perfect too—she’d work behind the scenes caring for the players, and Colt would be their new star player. It had all come crumbling down when her relationship fell apart.