A little bit of flirting has never hurt anyone. And when one man's bold flirtatious statement elicits a bold reaction from one woman, where will it lead? Read S. Taylor's excerpt on today's Marvelous March post and leave a comment to be entered into the giveaway!
Clarisse Jordan is a young single mother, who after the death of her fiancé, poured blood, sweat, and tears into her business, Honeydew Café, to provide for her children. A catering gig for successful and super sexy Dylan Price is the opportunity of a lifetime. But she quickly learns that Mr. Price is interested in more than her Southern cuisine. He has his sights set on her.
Dylan has been in love with Clarisse for years and would do anything to have her—even if it means forcing her into marriage. Lucky for him, the instant chemistry between them is hotter than a mid-summer day beneath the Georgia sun.
Yet Dylan is not completely honest with Clarisse, and when she learns the painful truth, will their love affair end? Or will they be able to find their way back to each other?
The short elevator ride only amps up my excitement, which now has the fingers of my right hand drumming the side of my leg. When the doors finally open, I dash off in the direction of the banquet hall. When I round the corner, I stop short when I see Clarisse pacing near the doors. She’s taking a call, and I advance at a much slower pace, attempting to eavesdrop on her conversation.
“I’m happy you enjoyed the movie Uncle Connor took you and FJ to see,” I hear when I move even closer, taking advantage of her back to me. She’s so consumed with her call—from her daughter, I believe—that she doesn’t know I’m standing mere feet from her.
“No, I’m not on my way, Riley…It’ll be late when I make it home.” She huffs out a little chuckle. “I’m happy you called me to say goodnight. Do you think your brother wants to say goodnight too?”
Her right hand slides over the back of her neck and gives a squeeze, then slides back to her shoulder and gives another firm squeeze, attempting to knead her tight muscles. She’s tense and my fingers twitch at the thought of massaging her there.
“I wasn’t going to call you beautiful…yeah, yeah, I know it’s for girls. I love you my handsome son. Is that better?” The deep chuckle that escapes my lips startles her and she faces me with wide beautiful eyes.
“I have to go sweetheart, goodnight. Tell Uncle Connor I’ll see him later.” The sweet tone in her voice from seconds ago is replaced with a tight professional one.
“Taking a break?” I’m still smiling when I ask because she looks so adorable, like she was caught passing notes in class.
“My daughter called me. It’s the first night I wasn’t home to say goodnight.” She offers a nervous smile, then tucks the hair behind her left ear, exposing more of her lovely face.
“I see. Was she satisfied?”
“Your daughter, was she satisfied with your goodnight over the phone?”
She smiles again, this one more relaxed. “No.” She giggles and shakes her head when she answers, then fingers her hair behind her right ear. “But she’ll be okay,” she adds.
“Are you okay?”
“Of course, I’m wonderful, Mr. Price. Thanks for asking. You know, I should get back in there.” She backs away from me, but there is no way in hell I’m letting her get away now that I have her to myself.
“It must be challenging?” I call out and she stops. I close the distance between us. “Being a working mom.”
“It has its challenges, but I love working, owning my own business, being able to build something from the ground up.”
“And you’ve built something amazing, Ms. Jordan.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Price, you still haven’t tried the food.” She smiles up at me.
“You got me, no, I haven’t tried the food tonight. I had some work in my office I had to see to.”
“You should have said something. I would have brought you a plate.” Her smile slips away. “I mean, I would have sent you up a plate.”
“I wouldn’t have accepted a plate from anyone but you.” With a slight tilt of my head, I’m able to see more of her face since she lowered her gaze after my bold statement. “It’s not every day a guy has a hot meal brought to him by a very beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.” She fingers the hair that’s slipped free back behind her ears, and I can see her blush.
I bend closer to her ear and whisper, “Should I head back up to my office in hopes of you coming to me?”
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes, her expression a surprised gaze, and I’m thinking I may have gone too far with my comment. But Ms. Clarisse Jordan surprises the hell out of me when she stretches her neck and brings her face closer to mine.
“Maybe you should.” Her warm breath kisses my ear lobe. She pulls away, and her smile shakes my insides.
About S. Taylor...
S. Taylor discovered a love of storytelling at the age of twelve. She would entertain her cousins with exciting adventures and tales of young love; which changed over the years from telling tales at sleepovers to writing several short stories. For S. Taylor writing remained a hobby until 2009 when she decided to share this love with others. She writes love at first sight romance novels full of passion, erotic moments and emotional conflicts with a satisfying happily ever after ending. She is a Texas native, wife and busy mother of five daughters. She spends her free time mediating sibling arguments, relaxing with yoga and discovering new and tasty vegan dishes she enjoys cooking for her family.
Website – www.staylorromance.com
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