| Author: | Aralynn Dere | ISBN: | 9781502297860 |
| Publisher: | Aralynn Dere | Publication: | October 31, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Aralynn Dere |
| ISBN: | 9781502297860 |
| Publisher: | Aralynn Dere |
| Publication: | October 31, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Francesca is having a rough day at work, and it only seems to get worse when a cocky, grinning jerk starts ogling her as she tries to do her job. When she unexpectedly sees a whole lot more of his gorgeous physique than she intended to, she's suddenly faced with a dilemma. Should she remain detached and professional as she has always done, or is she willing to throw caution to the wind and act on a steamy impulse?
She has always prided herself on staying firmly in control, but Francesca is about to learn the joy of letting go and losing control...in the most pulse-pounding, thrilling way possible.
Story length: 7,900 words (Novelette)
* Content Warning: This story contains mature subject matter and explicit language and is recommended for adult readers.
Excerpt:
As Francesca prepared to call the next patient, she again noticed the man in the waiting room who had been staring intently at her for some time. She’d tried ignoring him, but his eyes kept following her every time she came up to call another patient. That was just what she needed to make her crappy day complete, some jerk ogling her as she tried to do her job.
As far as ogling jerks went, he was definitely good looking. Olive skin, eyes so dark they were almost black, full lips, proud nose, strong jaw. Probably his best feature was his hair; thick and dark, slightly wavy and so glossy that the fluorescent lighting seemed to bounce off of those gorgeous locks and dazzle her eyes.
Mentally shaking herself, Francesca realized that she was staring at him, and he was staring right back at her with a devious little grin. What was wrong with her? She needed to get her mind back on her work. She looked down at the chart she held and called out the patient's name into the crowded waiting room.
And wouldn’t you know it, the ogling jerk stood up and came forward. It couldn’t have been one of the nice, elderly gentlemen scattered about the room. It couldn’t have been one of the two younger boys waiting beside their mothers. No, it had to be the ogling jerk. She shouldn’t be surprised, considering the way her day was going.
As he walked across the waiting room toward her, Francesca’s attention was hijacked by his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat, hard stomach and a narrow waist were highlighted beautifully by the tight black t-shirt he wore. Faded, well-worn jeans rode low on his hips and covered the long, long distance down to his ankles, draping slightly over the tops of a pair of black boots.
As her eyes roved over his body, Francesca felt a disturbing response firing within her own body. Her heart sped up, a warm flush traveled up her neck and face, she started sweating, and drool pooled in her mouth. Really Francesca, who’s the ogling jerk now? She needed to get herself under control, and fast.
Francesca is having a rough day at work, and it only seems to get worse when a cocky, grinning jerk starts ogling her as she tries to do her job. When she unexpectedly sees a whole lot more of his gorgeous physique than she intended to, she's suddenly faced with a dilemma. Should she remain detached and professional as she has always done, or is she willing to throw caution to the wind and act on a steamy impulse?
She has always prided herself on staying firmly in control, but Francesca is about to learn the joy of letting go and losing control...in the most pulse-pounding, thrilling way possible.
Story length: 7,900 words (Novelette)
* Content Warning: This story contains mature subject matter and explicit language and is recommended for adult readers.
Excerpt:
As Francesca prepared to call the next patient, she again noticed the man in the waiting room who had been staring intently at her for some time. She’d tried ignoring him, but his eyes kept following her every time she came up to call another patient. That was just what she needed to make her crappy day complete, some jerk ogling her as she tried to do her job.
As far as ogling jerks went, he was definitely good looking. Olive skin, eyes so dark they were almost black, full lips, proud nose, strong jaw. Probably his best feature was his hair; thick and dark, slightly wavy and so glossy that the fluorescent lighting seemed to bounce off of those gorgeous locks and dazzle her eyes.
Mentally shaking herself, Francesca realized that she was staring at him, and he was staring right back at her with a devious little grin. What was wrong with her? She needed to get her mind back on her work. She looked down at the chart she held and called out the patient's name into the crowded waiting room.
And wouldn’t you know it, the ogling jerk stood up and came forward. It couldn’t have been one of the nice, elderly gentlemen scattered about the room. It couldn’t have been one of the two younger boys waiting beside their mothers. No, it had to be the ogling jerk. She shouldn’t be surprised, considering the way her day was going.
As he walked across the waiting room toward her, Francesca’s attention was hijacked by his physique. Broad shoulders, a flat, hard stomach and a narrow waist were highlighted beautifully by the tight black t-shirt he wore. Faded, well-worn jeans rode low on his hips and covered the long, long distance down to his ankles, draping slightly over the tops of a pair of black boots.
As her eyes roved over his body, Francesca felt a disturbing response firing within her own body. Her heart sped up, a warm flush traveled up her neck and face, she started sweating, and drool pooled in her mouth. Really Francesca, who’s the ogling jerk now? She needed to get herself under control, and fast.
