His Vienna Christmas Bride
Well, well, Adam Thorne thought as he lounged in his chair, staring at the woman who had just entered his office. Mohammed had come to the mountain.
Satisfaction plumped up his chest. The rugby ball he'd been tossing up and down stilled in his hands. She might have shown him the door last month after a magical night of passion, but here she was, standing in the doorway of his London office, in the flesh. He tamped down the urge to smile. She'd better be prepared to grovel, or stump up with the goods. He wasn't a man used to slights and empty promises.
"Hallo, Adam."
Taking his time, he gave the ball one last toss, caught it, then slid his feet off the desk. "Shouldn't you be twelve thousand miles away, hard at work for my big brother?"
Jasmine Cooper, personal assistant to his brother, Nick, English but presently living in Wellington, New Zealand. Cool, composed and without doubt the most fascinating female in Adam's considerable catalogue.
"I had some leave owing."
Adam unwound his long frame, stood and skirted the desk, tossing the rugby ball into a nearby open box.
She walked toward his desk, unbuttoning her long black woolen c ... read full excerpt from: His Vienna Christmas Bride ebook
