The Millionaire's Indecent Proposal
"Le chocolat qui vaut son poids en or," Stacy Reeves read the gilt script on the shop window aloud. "What does that mean?" she asked her friend Candace without looking away from the mouthwatering display of chocolates on gold–rimmed plates.
"Chocolate worth its weight in gold," a slightly accented and thoroughly masculine voice replied. Definitely not Candace.
Surprised, Stacy pivoted on her sandaled foot. Wow. Forget chocolate. The dark–haired blue–eyed hunk in front of her looked good enough to eat.
"Would you care for a piece, mademoiselle? My treat." Monsieur Gorgeous indicated the shop door with his hand. A silver–toned, wafer–thin watch winked beneath his suit sleeve. Platinum, she'd bet, from the affluent look of what had to be a custom–tailored suit.
Nothing from a department store would fit those broad shoulders, narrow hips and long legs so perfectly.
Never mind that she'd probably dream of licking chocolate from the deep cleft in his chin tonight, Stacy had learned the hard way that when something looked too good to be true it was. Always. A seductively sexy stran ... read full excerpt from The Millionaire's Indecent Proposal ebook
