Laurel had to keep Sam on his toes or he’d run all over her. She might love every minute too.

erotic contemporary romanceSam was a boss, literally. He was the CEO of the The House, one of the hottest architectural design firms out. Laurel worked for him, and he’d made it perfectly clear that he intended to bed her. He was tantalized by the knowledge that she was a virgin.

In this snippet, they’re out on their very first date, and Sam is delighted to find that she’s not just a sweetheart from editorial. She’s a little firecracker, who he will have the great pleasure of taming.

Hard Love is out now. 

XOXO,

Racy

The doors opened and she rushed out, right into a hard male chest.

“Slow down,” he laughed, grabbing her arms. “We have plenty of time. Our reservation isn’t until 8:30.”

Laurel couldn’t have said a word if her life depended on it. He looked so good, so casually beautiful in his cream shirt and dark blue jeans. But she didn’t have to say a word. He took her bag, kissed her cheek and pulled her out to his sleek silver Mercedes.

He handed her into the front, tossed her bag in the trunk and slid in. “Ready?”

She nodded.

“You are planning to talk at some point tonight right? Although, a quiet woman is kind of refreshing.”

“Jerk.”

He burst out laughing, but it was all she could manage. She was a hairs breadth away from laughing herself, like a crazy person. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to run away screaming or pull up her dress and lay down at his feet with her legs in the air.

One big hand squeezed her knee as he pulled into traffic. “It happens.”

“Are you proud to be mean?”

“No! I can be a bit brusque on occasion. But I’m not mean. I don’t hurt people. Why? You having second thoughts about letting me deflower you tonight?”

Laurel swallowed nervously. “No. I mean, I’m nervous, but –”

“Don’t be. You’re perfectly safe with me. I’m gonna treat you so good, you’ll love being in my bed. Okay?”

She nodded. “What about out of your bed? How are you going to treat me there?”

He rolled his eyes. “Good grief. What do you think I am, girl? I think you’ve taken my asshole persona entirely too much to heart,” he teased, chucking her gently under the chin. “I don’t abuse women, period. I rather like you broads. Funny and smart, most of you, then there’s the breasts and that rather interesting place between the legs that I really like.”

“Jerk,” she repeated, but this time her voice bubbled with happiness.

He turned back to the road, satisfied. “You believe me?”

She nodded.

“Speak, for Christ’s sake.”

“Yes.”

He grinned at her, handsome head cocked to the side. He laughed when she copied him. Boss he might be, but Sam needed to know he would not be allowed to walk all over her. He would do it instinctively, then look down and ask her why she was laying under his feet.

He kissed her, quick and hard. “Good. Now, since you’re not one-a these silly birds who don’t eat, I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite, old school restaurants. You like Greek food?”

“Sure.” She refused to say she’d never had any. Then he’d ask why, and she was not about to have the “I’ve been dirt poor most of my life. I was lucky if I had cereal” conversation on the night he planned to take her virginity. Enough was enough.

They pulled up in front of a large bustling building, and he handed a valet the keys.

“Welcome to Greek Islands,” said the hostess.

“Sam Rhodes.”

“Yes, sir. Right this way.”

A waiter appeared immediately and did his opening song and dance.

“You wanna drink?”

“Yes, please.”

He waited a beat. “Shall I choose something for you?”

Dummy, she chastised herself. “No, um, sorry. I’ll have a margarita.”

“One margarita, no salt, and a highball. And we’ll have the number one family style dinner.”

“What’s that?” she asked the waiter was gone.

“It’s a four course dinner with a lot of different options. I guess I should have given you a chance to look at the menu. Sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry at all, but since she knew zero about Greek food, it wasn’t an issue, this time.

The drinks came quickly. He clinked their glasses.

“So, you got a new job, a fat raise, you’re no longer the editorial workhorse, and you’re about to lose your virginity to the boss. Big week.”

She stared at his grinning face. Was this dude for real? “I’ll say,” she answered, smiling sweetly. “Boss man bestowed a grand gesture on me, big time. Lucky genius, that. Got himself a bonafide social media maven, but left a big hole in editorial now that this workhorse is gone. And you’re about to deflower a virgin. No pressure. Big week indeed.”

He burst out laughing. “Touché, little girl.

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