Pleasure, Pregnancy And A Proposition
'Quick, Lou, major hottie alert. Twelve o'clock.'
Louisa DiMarco's fingers paused on the keyboard of her computer at the urgent whisper from her editorial assistant, Tracy. 'I'm on deadline here, Trace,' she muttered. 'And I happen to take my work seriously.'
Louisa was a professional. One of Blush magazine's most popular and well-respected feature writers. Just because this article about the pros and cons of breast enlargement was giving her a headache—what were the pros anyway?—she would not be distracted from it because Tracy had spotted some good-looking guy in the office.
'We're talking scorching,' Tracy crooned. 'You will not want to miss this guy.'
Louisa kept her head down and carried on typing. For about two seconds.
'For goodness' sake!' She clicked on her screen to save. 'All right, one quick peek. But this had better be good.' Surely even a dedicated features writer like herself was entitled to some recreational pursuits on the hottest, stuffiest, most boring Friday afternoon in the history of the world ever?
Louisa peered round her computer to get a better view of the vast open-plan office, not expecting to be impres ... read full excerpt from: Pleasure, Pregnancy and a Proposition ebook
