Naughty Nights in the Millionaire's Mansion
'It's settled. You're coming home with me.'
The low murmur at Vanessa Craig's back left her nape tingling, as if her skin had been brushed by an intimate kiss. Drawn from stacking the last of the special diet dog food, she curled some hair behind her ear, then slowly edged around. She tried—but failed—to keep her eyes in her head.
Of course, the attractive man standing nearby hadn't spoken to her. Heck, he didn't know she existed, even if Vanessa was acutely aware of every sensitised cell in her body suddenly glowing with life.
Powerhouse height, pitch-black hair, a strong shadowed jaw and eyes bluer than any Vanessa had seen. The precise cut of his trousers, the immaculate polish of his shoes—everything about this man didn't simply say he settled for the best.
He was the best.
When the man-god shifted his weight, the ledge of his magnificent shoulders went back. His attention drifted from the small tank, which contained a single goldfish, and landed on her.
'Afternoon.' His mouth curved up at one side as he quarter-turned to face her. 'You work here?'
Vanessa swallowed the knot of hot desire tugging in her throat. ... read full excerpt from: Naughty Nights in the Millionaire's Mansion ebook
