One Night, One Baby
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
He was leaning against the stone pillar outside the office block, with his head tipped back slightly and his hands clasped just above his head, looking broodingly out onto the river Thames. His right knee was bent and his foot was flat against the wall. His dark, slightly curly hair looked as if he'd been running his fingers through it. And with that white shirt and dark suit trousers—no tie, no jacket, and the top button of his shirt undone—he looked tall, dark, handsome…and dangerous.
Exactly what Jane was looking for.
So why was she hanging back? Why wasn't she marching up to him and…?
'Because you're a wimp,' she told herself ruefully.
Charlie, her housemate, would've done it. Kissed him, then smiled and wished him a nice day before sauntering off. Then again, Charlie had panache. She could have got away with it. Jane knew she couldn't.
It was a daft idea anyway. Whoever walked up to a tall, dark, handsome man—a complete stranger—and kissed him?
All the same, he was gorgeous.
On impulse, she took her mobile phone from her bag; OK, so she wasn't brave enough to kiss him, but s ... read full excerpt from: One Night, One Baby ebook
