Mommy And The Millionaire
When the man with the blazing tomato stain on his shirt entered The Suds Club Laundromat, Naomi Shannon was sitting by the dryer and paging through a community college catalog.
The bell on the door went ding and—boom!—there he was.
Or maybe a better way of saying it was—boom!— there he calmly exploded.
It wasn't really that he seemed "dangerous" as he headed straight for the detergent dispenser. He just had a very smooth method of looking fit to be tied, if she said so herself. The way he moved—so assured, so confident—caught her eye because he basically commanded the room without even trying.
But what didn't catch the eye about him?
As he stood in front of the ancient dispenser and rested his hands on his hips like an admiral inspecting a wrecked ship, Naomi told herself to stop staring. It wasn't polite, first of all, and, most importantly of all, it wasn't on her list of things to do.
Yet…she couldn't help herself.
Dark-blond hair cut in a conservative, neat style. New-looking jeans and a crisp, light-blue button-down that matched his piercing eyes. Work boots that seemed fresh, too. He was slender, but stro ... read full excerpt from: Mommy and the Millionaire ebook
