Sated, pleasantly tipsy, the
party winding down, she got into the back of the limo, her cream silk pants whispering
over sumptuous leather where she came face to face with tall, dark, and
brooding.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t
handsome. In fact, quite the opposite if one liked dark, moody men. And who
would’ve thought she did. Her body shivered deliciously as his denim blue eyes roamed
leisurely over her then and now.
Girl,
you’re losing it.
During the ride home, she took in his shoulder length black hair, roman nose, full lips. Sensual is how she’d have described them
in her novels. Blue eyes with thick lashes that any woman would sell her soul
to have, and his slightly dimpled chin were a contrast to his personality.
Not surprisingly, he was dressed
all in black. Black jeans, jacket, and T-shirt stretched tight across his
muscled chest and sinewy arms. And he had the word thug written all over him.
Peyton was well acquainted with
men like him. Men that protected their bosses and illegal livelihood without
qualms. Men she’d thought were out of her life. Well, at least in the
background.
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