“I am yours.” She skims a kiss across my lips and when I go to speak again, she presses harder, silences me. Against my mouth, she says, “I love you, I’ll marry you.”
The words take a moment to sink in. She’s mine. Well and truly. Almost, anyway. Just need to get that ring on her finger. I draw back to eye her. “What in the hell did I do to deserve you?”
“I was thinking the same. Now are you going to take me for a ride or not?”
I glance at the bike and back to her. Holding her firmly against me, I flash a grin. “Princess, I’m going to take you for the ride of your life.”
The End
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Denial of Interest
Allyson Lindt
Blurb
Zach Johnston had it all. A billion dollar software empire, a different girl in his bed every night, and a business partner who shared his vision of market domination, one gaming console at a time.
No one can stay on top forever, and calling what their biggest competitor did to them a hostile takeover doesn't do it justice. No-lube violation is more accurate.
Even worse, the only woman he's never been able to forget is back in his life. Rae Nielson is filling his business partner’s head with delusions of starting over and haunting Zach’s most vivid fantasies.
The safe choice is to deny his interest in Rae and her plan. But Zach didn't make it big the first time around by playing it safe.
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Chapter One
Rae pressed her forehead to her sister’s apartment door. The coffee she’d grabbed before she caught her connecting flight two hours ago was a distant memory, and the exhaustion of spending half her day traveling filled her bones.
But she was here now and looking forward to spending some time with Chloe, catching up with the rest of her family, and friends. Just being back in her hometown.
She pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed.
“Sis, hey. I’m so sorry; I meant to call.” Chloe’s greeting was cheerful despite the fatigue in her voice. “Did you land?”
Poor kid must be working late. Though kid wasn’t really appropriate anymore. Chloe was only five years younger than her twenty-eight. Rae pushed sympathy into her tone. “About an hour ago. You sound swamped.”
“A little. We’re trying to get a demo together for E3, and QA found a bunch of last minute crap.”
Chloe’s tendency to slide into industry lingo was difficult to follow. Fortunately, this time Rae kept up. E3 was a huge annual video game expo, and QA was quality assurance—the group responsible for testing the games Chloe and her colleagues created. “It’s no big deal. I’ll grab dinner and meet you back here. How long do you think you’ll be?”
Visiting any other city, Rae would have found an apartment, or at least an extended stay motel. That was for work though, and this was a vacation combined with looking for her next contract. Chloe offered her guest bedroom for Rae’s use while she was in town, and it sounded a lot more comfortable than a generic room with no personality.
“I don’t know how late we’ll be here.” Chloe’s sigh echoed off the mic. “Stop by and grab a key from me, so you can at least get settled.”
“Umm…” Rae didn’t want to hesitate. She shouldn’t care who else may or may not be in the office. The sliver of doubt lingered in her head, mingling with the memory of steel-blue eyes. Hungry kisses stolen in the front seat of his car, parked in front of her parent’s house late at night. Hours spent talking about everything under the sun. More kisses. She pushed the images aside.
“You can’t avoid him forever,” Chloe said.
But they were going on ten years, and that was a decent run. Chloe was right. A decade was a bit ridiculous. “I’m not avoiding anyone.”
“Glad to hear it.” Some of the weariness in Chloe’s tone vanished. “Stop by, grab my keys.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” At least it was a gorgeous evening. After Rae made her way back to her rental car, she headed downtown. She’d visited Chloe’s workplace a few times in the past. The drive would be pleasant. It was after five on a Friday afternoon, so traffic would be heading in the other direction, and if she was going to be downtown anyway, she could pick up dinner. See what was new.
A jolt of longing sped through her. At times, it felt like it was all new. With more time between each trip home, the city had a chance to remake itself over and over. That wasn’t really the case, but it felt like it.