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First Sight by Deborah Ann
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~ Before there was The Deal, there was the meeting ~
‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel Their connection is evident upon first sight... The electricity and pull there from the first moment... But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…
A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.
But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?
But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…
Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?
Learn the details of Adam and Bethany's meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal...
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel Where Bethany and Adam’s story began. ~ * ~
**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above**
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Excerpt:
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
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**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above. ~
Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it...maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame... Wow! ...he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next... No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men...
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What...smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot...or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board... Or worse, being disallowed to board...
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head... Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo...? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me... horizontally...
pressed against me... between me... beneath me... Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him... Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s
what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah...uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center...or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany...” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn't about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that's what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn't be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all...screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact...I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess... You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close...” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well... Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger...
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First Sight: The Deal Prequel ~ Copyright © 2015 by Deborah Ann
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*First Sight*
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More books by Deborah Ann:
Destiny (Destiny #1)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17402872-destiny
Fate's Path (Destiny #2)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17998392-fate-s-path
(Memory Betrayal (Memory Betrayal #1)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18667039-memory-betrayal
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Excerpt:
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
~ * ~
**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above. ~
Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it...maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame... Wow! ...he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next... No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men...
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What...smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot...or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board... Or worse, being disallowed to board...
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head... Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo...? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me... horizontally...
pressed against me... between me... beneath me... Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him... Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s
what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah...uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center...or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany...” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn't about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that's what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn't be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all...screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact...I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess... You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close...” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well... Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger...
~ * ~
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~ Before there was The Deal, there was the meeting ~
‘First Sight’ ~ The Deal Prequel Their connection is evident upon first sight... The electricity and pull there from the first moment... But Adam Blaire is everything Bethany Drake is sworn against…
A wealthy playboy who disarmingly flits from one shattered female heart to the next, leaving a trail of women in his wake. He also happens to be the hottest, damn sexiest man she’s ever laid eyes on.
But she can’t risk her heart again… not with her inexplicable knack for always choosing the wrong men. Gorgeous and wildly sexy Adam Blaire is the most sought after divorce attorney in Beverly Hills, and wholly against commitment and monogamy; why should a man settle for just one woman when there are so many beautiful women, just waiting, begging for pleasure?
But there’s something about the woman seated beside him on his flight to Toronto. Something different. Something that draws him in, and grabs hold. He has to have her! And he’s not waiting till they hit land… Or taking no for an answer! Bethany can’t fight it, the attraction to this man; the way he touches her, and looks at her…
Against her better judgement, and the risk of yet another heartbreak, she throws caution to the wind to indulge in a night of pleasure with the sinfully sexy Adam Blaire. After all, it’s only one night. In a completely different country. She’ll never see the man again. What’s the harm?
Learn the details of Adam and Bethany's meeting, the intimate elements of their sexy mid-air doings, and the passionate, lust-filled night that led to their deal...
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel Where Bethany and Adam’s story began. ~ * ~
**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above**
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Excerpt:
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
~ * ~
**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above. ~
Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it...maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame... Wow! ...he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next... No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men...
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What...smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot...or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board... Or worse, being disallowed to board...
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head... Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo...? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me... horizontally...
pressed against me... between me... beneath me... Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him... Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s
what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah...uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center...or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany...” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn't about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that's what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn't be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all...screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact...I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess... You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close...” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well... Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger...
~ * ~
First Sight: The Deal Prequel ~ Copyright © 2015 by Deborah Ann
***
*First Sight*
http://www.amazon.com/First-Sight-Deal-Prequel-ebook/dp/B015528HTS/
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/first-sight-6
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/first-sight/id1039372730?mt=11
Also Available
*The Deal*
http://www.amazon.com/Deal-Deborah-Ann-ebook/dp/B00PLZRB3I/
More books by Deborah Ann:
Destiny (Destiny #1)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17402872-destiny
Fate's Path (Destiny #2)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17998392-fate-s-path
(Memory Betrayal (Memory Betrayal #1)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18667039-memory-betrayal
***
Excerpt:
‘First Sight’ The Deal Prequel ~ Where Bethany and Adam’s story began.
~ * ~
**Warning ~ This book is intended for readers age 18 and above. ~
Chapter One
“Okay, smooches buttercup!” chimed my best friend, Lizzy, leaning over the center console
with an air kiss to each of my cheeks. “Rock those Toronto executives with our mad designs and
killer ad plan and show ‘em how us kickass California girls do it! Knock their socks off, sweets.”
“Will do, partner.” I gave her a cheeky grin and squeezed her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow
night.” I gathered my briefcase, purse and carryon luggage, and popped the passenger door open,
ready to embark into the crazy that was Los Angeles International Airport—better known as
LAX.
“And while you’re at it...maybe you can rock one of those, too,” she dramatically nudged
her head forward, “him, and get yourself out of this slump you’re in.”
I followed Lizzy’s glinting green eyes to the front windshield and out over the hood of her
family van, gazing at a black limousine parked in front of us and the gorgeous man who’d
unloaded from it, waiting for his chauffeur to collect his travel bags for him. Even from only the
side view I had of him, he looked pretty damn impressive: his dark hair, not a tousled strand out
of sorts or looking anything but perfect; his skin was beautifully tanned with a classic California
glow, giving me the impression he was a local man; his jawline was softly chiseled, and his
frame... Wow! ...he seemed to be muscular and had the advantage of height; his steely blue suit
stretched over his broad shoulders, lending a glorious hint at the muscles that lay beneath, and
his suit slacks fit snug on his thick, muscular thighs. He was well-built, and impeccably dressed.
His profile was perfect! I only wished I could see his eyes; I imagined they were just as dreamy
as the rest of him.
He buttoned his perfectly tailored suit jacket and smoothed his hands over the front of it,
straightening it out and assuring his perfection before he made his grand entrance into the busy
airport terminal. (It wasn’t necessary; he was pretty well darn near perfect already.) My heart
skipped and paused a beat, waiting for the lovely long legs of a beautiful woman to follow him
out of the open car door. But, to my surprise, one never followed.
As if willing him to, the man turned with a brief, casual glance our way. Those lips. Holy
mother of Christ! The man was hot. Though, I didn’t say as much to Lizzy. No, I said, “Humph!
A wealthy, pompous control freak businessman who disarmingly flits from one shattered female
heart to the next... No thank you!” I vowed. “He wouldn’t want a girl like me, anyway.”
Besides, I’m sworn off men...
Incredulous, Lizzy swung her gaze back to me. “What...smart, strong, successful, and
beautiful? No, totally unappealing to men.” She shook her head at me. “That type of man is
exactly what you need to shake it up. It’s been two months since you broke it off with dipshit
Brian; I’m assuming you’ve been with no one since?”
Ugh! I swung my legs out of the open car door, remembering we were parked in a drop off
only zone, curbside. “Gotta go! Thanks for the lift.” Yeah, I’ll be taking a cab home from the
airport upon my return. I bent down and looked back at Lizzy, blowing her a goodbye kiss.
To which Lizzy replied, “One night stand, baby!” giggling as I shut the car door and turned
my back on her, my high heels at a fast pace into the terminal. Most definitely taking a cab on my
return route!
The thought was absurd; I don’t do one night stands. EVER! And now’s not the time to start.
I’m a twenty-eight year old woman, not a college co-ed call-me-for-a-good-time party girl. I
shook the ridiculous image from my mind and set after locating my boarding gate. I briefly
considered stopping into the luxury pre-boarding lounge for a stiff drink or shot...or two or
three. But thought better of it—arriving in Toronto plastered would not be ideal. Nor would
alerting Homeland Security to my inebriated self and being frisked like a threat or terrorist to the
country before being allowed to board... Or worse, being disallowed to board...
As typical, my flight was running late—fog or something over San Francisco. I decided to
make a trip to the restroom to freshen up a bit before the nearly five hour long flight, to avoid the
need on board, and possibly relieve a little of this anxiety, as well.
My hands bracing me on a section of the sink counter, I leaned over one of the bathroom
sinks, staring at my reflection in the mirror, the thought of a one night stand rolling around in my
head... Could I do it? A one night stand? If it were a man like Mr. Devastatingly Gorgeous from
the limo...? Hmm. My body tingled head to toe, a delicious shiver traveling down my spine,
sparking my inner parts alive and sending a delightful warmth passing through me—
I was abruptly shaken out of my reverie, “Now boarding flight AC790 to Toronto Pearson
International Airport,” coming over the PA system and echoing throughout the oversized
restroom. Good God, what had Lizzy done to me? I shook the dreamy thoughts from my head.
I’m traveling on business! And just like that, I snapped my focus back to the mission at hand—
blowing the minds of the CEO and board of executives for The Grand International Concierge
Hotel and Suites chain with our kickass design and advertising plan, smearing my competition
and landing the account—as I darted off toward my flight.
As I approached my first class seat and settled my slim, five foot ten frame in, I was pleased
to see the seat beside me was empty. What are the chances I’d be seated alone for the duration
of the flight? I wondered briefly as we were alerted to fasten our seatbelts. I did as asked and
buckled up, just as Mr. Gorgeous Limousine Man, all cool and calm, swept up to the seat beside
me. Jesus, the man smelled good—a mix of fresh, clean, spicy, masculine, oozing sex appeal,
man. Intoxicating man!
I held my breath and turned my pale blue gaze to the window. This was going to be a very
long flight seated beside Mr. Smell Good Drop Dead Gorgeous, intoxicating me and seducing
me with his sexy man mojo.
He hoisted his carryon up with one hand and slipped it into the overhead compartment. I felt
his height hovering beside me. Holy cow he was tall. At least six foot five. I was suddenly
smacked with a vision of those sexy, long, muscular legs wrapped around me... horizontally...
pressed against me... between me... beneath me... Oh my, Lizzy and her damn suggestion of a
one night stand.
Mr. Gorgeous oozed his yummy self into the seat beside me, setting his laptop case on the
floor between the toes of his fancy, Italian shoes and sliding it under the chair in front of him,
just as I had mine. His seatbelt was then buckled, ready for takeoff.
I darted my eyes back to the window, pretending to have not noticed him—or the long, thick
fingers that had just caressed his seatbelt while buckling it, never before more envious of an
inanimate object in my life—acting completely unaffected and uninterested.
“Hello,” came the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, smooth and deep, seeming to speak directly
to a bundle of secret places within me. Heavens. I slowly turned back, giving him a glance.
The word ‘breathtaking’ came to mind.
Had I ever seen a breathtaking man before?
Certainly not one such as him. The word was created for him... Had been inspired by him.
He hit me with a million dollar smile, all big, brilliant and bright white. Damn if it wasn’t
swoon worthy. Then he stunned me with his gaze, drawn there as his smile reached at the
corners, crinkling just the slightest. I found myself looking into the most mesmerizing pale blue-
green eyes I’d ever seen, absolutely striking in contrast to his dark hair. Bedroom eyes, that’s
what they were. Another damn swoon worthy feature.
I was captivated right away, and under his spell. His hand politely came toward me, “Adam
Blaire.” I was speechless as he took my hand in his and placed a light kiss on the back, his thumb
lightly stroking my fingers. Those blue-green bedroom eyes looked up at me through thick dark
lashes, “And you are?”
“Ah...uh, um—” And now I was a blubbering idiot, fool, tongue all tied up. Holy hell. He hit
me with the smile again. And what the heck was that, with his touch? It felt like sparks striking
out against my palm and zinging through me. Like a thrilling bolt of lightning, rousingly nestling
smack-dab between my legs.
Damn, what’d he say his name was again?
He let go of my hand and I tucked it into my side, under my other arm, subtly wiping the
sweat from my palm. Then I closed my eyes and tried to find my center...or at least summon my
wits to return. Jeez. And what the hell, sweaty palms? What was I, sixteen?
I felt the force of the pressure in the cabin upon take off, our plane readily ascending into the
sky. I let out a large breath of air, and quickly took in another. Phew. That seemed to help.
Feeling more myself, I pushed out with the next breath, “Bethany...” Well, that was something;
at least I remembered my own name.
“Delighted to meet you, Bethany.” His lips curled into an amused grin. “Not a fan of flying,
I take it?”
Oh God, it had nothing to do with the flying, but I wasn't about to tell him that. It was better
that he thought I was a nervous flyer. So I just gave him a weak smile.
I was relieved when the plane leveled off and I saw our cabin attendant flittering about.
A drink, that's what I needed—not that sitting beside this man for the next few hours
wouldn't be intoxicating enough. Mercy. He should come with a warning label. ~ Danger!
Hazardous to the heart and senses of all women, and possibly men, sensible or otherwise. Likely
to cause extreme levels of inebriation. ~
I should have had that drink-slash-shot in the pre-boarding lounge after all...screw
Homeland Security.
Get a grip Bethany. The man has trouble written all over him—the delicious kind of
trouble—and you’re sworn off men. Likely for good!
His unbelievable eyes locked on mine. “What has you traveling today, Bethany? Meeting up
with your boyfriend, perhaps?”
Ah, clever man. Hinting around the boyfriend topic. “No. Business.”
“And you left your boyfriend behind,” he pushed, “fervently awaiting your return?”
Okay; now he was just annoying me. Whether or not I had a boyfriend was none of his
concern. And was altogether too forward, seeing as he’d only just sat down beside me.
He leaned in a little closer, intoxicating me further, and huskily murmured, “If you were
mine, I’d never send you off alone. In fact...I’d never let you out of my sight.”
His?!
Why did just the thought do unspeakable things to me?
“What about you, Mr. Wealthy Limo Man?”
His brows furrowed. “How’d you know I arrived in a limousine?”
Oh crap.
“Lucky guess... You looked the type.”
“Oh?” He pulled back. “And what type is that, exactly?”
I cocked my head to one side with a knowing expression. “A convenient business trip; break
from the wife and kids?”
He choked and coughed in combination with a sputtery chuckle. “Bite your tongue,
sweetheart!
I giggled. “Okay. So no kids yet? Just a trophy wife?” This guy was kind of fun.
He looked a little amused, by the crooked grin toying at one corner of his mouth. “You’ve
got me pegged all wrong, beautiful.”
“Oh, how so?” I played along, trying not to get swept up in the fact that he’d called me
beautiful, and seemed to be flirting with me. Me!
“No kids, no trophy wife, and no girlfriend.” He dipped down and quickly snatched his
laptop from under the seat in front of him, and then straightened up in his seat, turning the full
wattage of his smile and power of his gaze on me. Wow. “Other than a high school girlfriend that
I ended things with in law school, I’ve never even come close...” he paused, “to, eh, locking it
down, so to speak. I’m a divorce attorney. I’ve yet to see one that has worked out; whether it
marriage, or a relationship.”
“Hmm. So you’re a wealthy playboy?”
“Back to you; boyfriend? I see no ring, so no lucky man’s claimed you as his wife?”
Claimed me? “If you must know, I’m recently sworn off men.”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you do such a thing? Clearly, men must fall at your feet
and worship the very ground you walk on. You hold all the cards, honey. You could demand
anything you want, and us poor men would submit willingly to a woman such as yourself.”
Ha! Someone forgot to give that memo to my ex. “Yes, so much so that my last boyfriend
sought out someone else.” Cheating snake in the grass bastard.
“An idiot, that one.”
That brought a faint smile to my face. The man was not only gorgeous and yummy smelling,
he was charming as well... Disarmingly so.
“Was it serious?”
“Lived together.” I squirmed in my seat. This was not a topic I wanted to revisit. Lizzy’s
reminder in the car was enough. I unconsciously worried one side of my lower lip, crossing and
uncrossing my legs.
“He didn’t deserve you.”
How could he tell? Though true. Too bad I didn’t realize that in the first place. I had a
bizarre knack for always picking the wrong men.
“Hence why I’m sworn off men; I don’t need the distraction or the headache.” Nor the
heartache, for that matter.
“What a shame,” Adam tisked, shaking his head. He set his large hand on the top of my bare
thigh, just above my knee. Whoa! “Maybe I can persuade you otherwise.” His glittering eyes
intently gazed into mine, seeking permission before he presumptuously moved his hand any
further.
As far as I knew, I gave no indication of consent—ambivalent and stunned as I was—but
Adam must have seen a flicker of something, because his hand began ascending on a delicious
trail up the inside of my bare thigh, his smooth hand slowly gliding along my skin and creeping
up under my skirt.
Holy cow! My breath halted in my chest, Adam’s eyes never leaving mine.
His other hand gently tugged the inside of my knee, encouraging my legs to part.
Oh. My. God. This was really happening. Here. Now. In an air cabin of people. And I was
letting it happen; allowing this intimate moment to play out with this complete stranger...
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