One And Done – Sixth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
“Oh.” There has to be a way to convince him. “What if I slipped you some bills?”
“The club would still be at capacity.” He shuts down my attempt at bribing him.
With money.
No one can resist my cookies. I open the tin. “Cookie?”
Tyrice hesitates for a moment, looks at me, at the cookies, at me once more. “You didn’t poison these or anything, did you?”
“You should ask that.” I nod, approving of the question. “The most successful serial killers in history have used poison.” I’m addicted to crime shows, especially those involving serial killers. They often prey on the homeless. If I ever end up on the street, I’m determined not to be one of their victims. “But that’s in history. Now, tests are almost certain to detect it as the cause of death. They’d trace the poison back to the cookies in your stomach. Everyone here has seen me offer them to you.” I gaze pointedly at the long line of club kids. “I’d get caught.”
Tyrice stares at me.
I smile gently. “If I was going to kill you, I’d be more careful.” I’ve watched enough shows to know how to kill someone and not get caught.
“Ummm…” He hesitates.
“My boyfriend, Edward Langston, is a lawyer. He can vouch for me.” If I’m ever permitted to see him. “The cookies are safe. I promise.”
Tyrice studies me.
I look as innocent as possible.
“Okay.” The doorman finally yields. “Thank you.” He selects one.
I wait until he’s munching happily, his eyelids partially lowered, a sublime expression on his scary face. Then I present my case yet again. “I need a minute, five tops. I just want to give these to Edward.”
“There’s no outside food allowed in the club, ma’am,” Tyrice mumbles between bites.
“You can have the cookies.” I press the tin into his big hands. “Let me inside.”
“Can’t.” He avoids my gaze. “Those are the—”
“Rules, I know.” Which rule am I breaking now? “I gave you cookies.”
“Nana Zaire gives me cookies too. I don’t allow her inside during club hours.”
I frown. “Are you saying I look as old as your grandma?”
His eyes widen. “No, I—”
“You don’t think I’m hot or young enough for your club, do you?” Desperate, I play my last card—hysterical female. “You’re no spring chicken yourself.” I look him over. “And you’re definitely not a skinny Minnie. Yet you’re a man, so it’s okay.” I’ve heard enough rants from Azure on this subject to do it justice. “It’s acceptable. Well, I—”
“Look, ma’am.” Tyrice grabs my arm and moves me two steps away from the line. “You’re hot. Fuck. You’re smokin’.” His gaze lowers to my heaving chest. “All those lush curves and endless skin. Mmm… Mmm…” He smacks his lips and my face heats. “If I wasn’t working and you were willing, I’d bend you over and fuck you against the wall until you screamed my name. Then I’d fuck you some more. They’d be calling the cops, you’d be making so much noise.”
Holy shit. I stare at him.
“I’d tap that ass so hard, you’d be feeling my dick for weeks.” He cups himself. “Have you ever had a massive man like me in your back door, princess?”
I shake my head, speechless. I’ve never had anyone in my back door.
“Fuck. You’d be tight.” The doorman grins. “I could come in my pants thinking about those lush, white cheeks hugging my big dick.” He looks around us, signals to another large man dressed similarly to him. “Tell me you’re game and—”
“I have a boyfriend.” My voice is high and squeaky.
His smile fades. “And I’m working.” He waves his friend away. “If my job was to let smokin’ hot women into the club, I’d allow you to enter in a heartbeat. Hell, I’d buy you a drink and take you home at the end of the night. But that isn’t my job. My job is to ensure the white boys are happy.” He glances at the club kids in the line and his top lip curls. “Do you know what they like?”
I know what Edward likes. I open my mouth to tell him.
“They like blonde chicks so skinny they could snap them into two.” Tyrice doesn’t wait for my answer. “Little girls with poky hips and no ass to speak of. They must be good at giving head because they certainly aren’t built for fucking.” He mutters this last sentence. “My job is to let those types of girls and only those types into the club.”
“I’d only be a minute.” I try again. “No one would know.”
“My boss would know. He knows everything.”
“If I talked to your boss—”
“He’d ban you from the club for wasting his time and you’d never get in. Ever.” Tyrice folds his big arms in front of him. “Go to the back of the line or, better yet, go home.”
I mimic his stance. “I’m not going home.”
No one is as stubborn as I am.
The doorman’s jaw juts.
I stick my chin out and rise onto my toes.
He leans forward, looming over me. “You’re not getting into this—”
“She’s with me, Tyrice.” A warm hand grasps my hip and I jerk, surprised by the contact, by the deep male voice, by the jolt of energy zinging from the newcomer’s body to mine.
“I didn’t realize that, Mr. Sheridan, sir.” Tyrice straightens.
I glance upward and stare.
The man oozes sex appeal, from his form-fitting, black suit and gray, silk shirt to his brown-velvet eyes.
The ebony hair touching his collar begs to be touched, to be pulled during orgasm. He has shoulders wide enough to cling to yet stopping short of body-building meathead territory. His narrow hips would fit perfectly between a woman’s thighs.
The jagged, black tattoo on his neck screams ‘wild in bed’. The laugh lines fanning from his eyes hint at age and experience.
He’s no club kid, fumbling with bras and buttons. This man would fuck hard, wringing every ounce of pleasure from his lover, leaving her sexually sated and delirious with pleasure. Everything about him is designed for seduction.
Judging by Tyrice’s reaction, he’s also the boss, a man to be respected.
And he has his hand on my hip, his fingers spread wide, touching as much of my form as he possibly can. His body heat engulfs me.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Tyrice continues to apologize. “A boyfriend was mentioned, an Edward Langston. She said nothing about being with you.”
“That’s an oversight I must correct.” Mr. Sheridan flashes a smile, his teeth vividly white against his tanned skin and I suck in my breath. That handsome face is deadly to a woman’s composure.
Tyrice hustles to open the door for us. “I meant no offense, ma’am.”
His apology breaks the spell his boss has cast on me. What am I doing—gawking at a stranger? I have a boyfriend, a man who loves me.
“What I said earlier.” The doorman waves his hands. “About tapping your—”
“It’s forgotten.” I stop him from completing that embarrassing sentence. “It will never to be mentioned again.”
Tyrice heaves a sigh of relief. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“You two had an interesting conversation, I see,” Mr. Sheridan murmurs, his voice stroking along my neck, sending tremors down my spine.
He doesn’t ask for any details about the conversation I had with Tyrice. Thank God. I don’t want to repeat what the doorman had said.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
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Upcoming Releases
I thought I’d share what I have planned thus far for the rest of 2016.
July 19th
One And Done – Contemporary Erotic Romance
One And Done is a longer standalone story set in the same world as One Night With My Billionaire Master, The Good Assistant, and Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
We meet Jenella briefly in Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
On Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/one-and-done-1
September
Chasing Mayhem – Cyborg Erotic Romance
We first meet Mayhem in Crash And Burn. He also makes an appearance in Defying Death.
Defying Death and Chasing Mayhem are sidequels (like Releasing Rage and Breathing Vapor). The two stories happen at the same time.
Here is the VERY rough, unedited blurb…
Wild. Free. Hers.
Mayhem has spent his lengthy lifespan obeying the Humanoid Alliance’s rules. Now that he’s finally free from their cruel control, the cyborg warrior plans to cause chaos. He infiltrates a remote settlement, provokes the savage locals until they want him dead, and allows himself to be captured by the sexiest little Retriever he has ever laid his mechanically-enhanced eyes on.
Imee’s sole mission in life is to keep her family alive. To do this, she must hunt rebels, returning them to the Humanoid Alliance’s evil clutches where they will be executed. She doesn’t allow herself to feel anything for her targets…until she meets a tall, muscular cyborg with wild hair and even wilder eyes.
With his sure hands, laughing lips and erotic holds, Mayhem makes Imee’s body sizzle and her resistance melt. Their love is doomed. She must deliver the warrior to his death or she’ll place her family’s safety at risk. But she can’t resist him.
Imee soon discovers that Mayhem, life and love are never predictable.
December
Jumping Barrel – Cyborg Erotic Romance
This will be a FREE cyborg short story (around 40 pages – the same length as Being Green) and will, hopefully, be available at all booksellers.
It will assume that you’ve read the series up to, at least, Crash And Burn. If you haven’t read that far, you won’t have met some of the secondary characters.
A Possible Release In November
I’m considering releasing the first story in my new SciFi Erotic Romance series in November. This series will be set in the same world as the cyborgs. You’ll meet the hero in Chasing Mayhem. It will be dark and sexy and violent. Yes. (grins) All the good stuff!
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One And Done – Fifth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
The taxi driver drops me off in front of a cube-shaped building. A spotlight illuminates the sign on its roof. Smoke. The name sounds familiar. This club must belong to one of Edward’s clients.
I study the structure. It’s situated on prime real estate. The property taxes must be hefty. The utilities bill would be high also.
The frosted windows are brightly lit, silhouettes of women appearing on the glass. There’s exactly one dancer per frame, perfectly placed.
That must be their job—to dance in windows. How were they chosen? Did they go to school for this?
I picture a stuffy tweed-garbed professor standing at the front of a classroom, droning on and on about the ideal speed to shake one’s ass and my lips twitch.
The training process, whatever it was, worked. The dancers are accomplishing their goal—to attract guests. A crowd circles the club. The line to get into the club stretches along the paved perimeter.
As I study the club goers, two scantily clad waifs wobble toward the biggest, broadest man I’ve ever seen. He’s imposing, as large as the door he’s guarding, his arms crossed, his feet braced apart.
I clasp my tin of cookies tighter, daunted by his size.
The girls either don’t have the sense to be intimidated or they don’t care. They giggle and smile, teetering on their high heels, one strong breeze away from falling over.
The doorman listens to their nonsense for a minute or two, his darkening expression hinting at his irritation. Just when I’m convinced he’ll deny them, sending their bony asses to the back of the line, he unclips the velvet rope, his bulging biceps straining the seams of his ill-fitting black blazer.
The doorman waves the girls into the building and refastens the velvet rope, acting as though he hasn’t seen the dozens of people standing in line along the sidewalk.
Groans rise from the club kids. And club kids is the right description. These infants are predominantly male and young, so damn young, their faces round and smooth, their bodies not yet filled out with muscle and time.
They smell of cheap cologne and desperation, as though not getting into this club tonight will result in a lifetime alone. I remember that feeling, only too well.
Thank God, I have Edward now. I no longer have to worry about hooking up, no longer have to sift through hundreds of would-be players to find one worthy man. I’ve already met the love of my life, the future father of my children.
Eager to see that wonderful man, I stride to the front of the line.
“Uh-oh Dave, your mom is here,” one of the club kids yells. His sneer makes him appear more cute than fierce.
I doubt he’s legal. He looks like he’s ten, not the required nineteen.
“Fuck you,” a pretty blond child cusses. The two jostle each other, jabbing stomachs with elbows.
I ignore them and their insults. Edward loves me the way I am. His opinion is all that matters.
“Good evening.” I smile at the doorman. His grumpy expression doesn’t change. “I’m meeting my boyfriend, Edward Langston. He’s already inside.” I step forward.
The doorman shifts to the left, blocking me. “The line is to your right, ma’am.”
I glance over my shoulder. I’m not waiting in line. That could take hours.
“I’ll call him.” I dig my phone out of my pocket. “He’ll come and get me.”
“If he leaves the building, I can’t allow him back inside.”
“What?” I stare at the doorman.
“Those are the rules, ma’am.” The big man shrugs. “No re-entry.”
“You don’t understand.” He mustn’t or he’d let me in. “Edward is here for business. He’s a lawyer.”
“I don’t care if he’s the Queen of England.” The doorman sounds as exasperated as I feel. “He won’t be allowed back into the club. Join the end of the line. We’re at capacity.”
I glance at the line. There are wrappers from Bob’s Burger Barn and disposable cups from trendy coffee shops scattered around the club kids’ feet. They’ve been waiting for a while.
I don’t have time for this. “I—”
“Join the end of the line, ma’am.” The doorman gestures in that direction.
“Moove along, lady,” Dave, the club kid, yells, setting off a wave of moos and increasingly ignorant comments.
The doorman is doing the world a favor, not allowing these creatures to breed.
I’m thankful once again that I have Edward, a man who appreciates me, who sees past my dress size. I don’t belong in this club.
As though the universe wishes to drive this realization home, a trio of bleary-eyed size-nothing blondes approach us. “Hi, Tyrice.” The head blonde waves at the bodyguard. “Is it bring-your-mom-to-work day?” The other girls giggle.
Was I ever that young?
Or thin?
Or stupid?
Tyrice the doorman and I are on the opposite sides of the skin tone spectrum. He’s as dark as I am pale. Either she’s assuming Tyrice is adopted or she’s as dumb as she appears.
The man grunts and lets the idiotic trio through the door. The kids waiting in line express their unhappiness. My gaze follows the girls’ scrawny frames.
Calling their outfits lingerie would be greatly overstating the amount of fabric used. Their skirts are so short I see the folds under their ass cheeks.
I’m wearing my long coat.
I’m the idiot. Of course, Tyrice won’t allow me into the club. He doesn’t think I’m suitably dressed. I shrug out of the coat and fold it over one arm.
“Put it back on,” one of the club kids yells.
“She’s blinded me.”
I disregard the rude comments, keeping my attention on Tyrice. The doorman’s gaze sweeps over me.
Is that a glint of approval I see in his eyes?
“Is this better?” I beam at him, trying to ignore the fact that I’m standing on a sidewalk in downtown Toronto wearing a babydoll, boy shorts and heels.
“That’s much better.” His voice deepens. “But I still can’t let you in, ma’am.”
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
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One And Done – Fourth Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
The next subway station—Osgoode—is mine. I exit, thankfully, alone. The flasher, my new friend, doesn’t follow me. I guess exposing himself along a street lined with law firms and a courthouse is too brazen even for him.
I stride to the building Edward works in, push my way though the glass revolving doors and enter the lobby. The space smells of bleach, the white tiled floor gleaming.
“Watch your step, Miss Jenelly.” Craig, the nighttime security guard, calls out from his post behind the reception desk. “The floor’s still wet.”
“I w—” I skid and flail my arms in the air, barely keeping upright. “I will.” I regain my footing and smile, feeling like an idiot. “Thank you.”
“You’re a hoot.” Craig laughs, his belly, encased in a tight gray uniform, jiggling. “I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you were avoiding me.”
“Why would you think that?” I open the tin and offer him a cookie.
Craig peruses the selection and chooses the largest one. “Mr. Langston has been meeting you outside the office all this week.” He bites into the cookie, chews. “Usually you come in and say hello to me.”
I frown. “Edward has been working late all this week.” Hasn’t he? Doubt flickers inside me, which is ridiculous because Edward has never lied to me. “That’s why I’m here.” I close the cookie tin. “I want to surprise him.”
It’s Craig’s turn to frown. “But you saw him at dinner.”
“At dinner?” We haven’t eaten dinner together in months.
“Yeah.” The security guard’s forehead furrows. “I overheard Mr. Langston tell Mr. Barron, one of the partners, that he was meeting you for dinner at Paros. That’s a nice place.”
Paros is a nice place, the type of restaurant a lawyer wanting to impress clients would eat at. I relax. “He must have been meeting with a client.”
The lines on Craig’s face deepen. “He specifically said he was treating his woman to a romantic dinner for two.”
Many people walk through the law firm’s doors. Craig must have mixed up his conversations. I decide to be the bigger person, literally, and drop the issue. “Has Edward returned from that dinner?”
“Not yet.” The security guard pops the last piece of cookie into his mouth. “Are you certain he wasn’t meeting with you?”
Would I be here if he had met with me? “I’m certain.” I suppress my irritation. It’s not the security guard’s fault I’ve misplaced my boyfriend.
I’ve misplaced my boyfriend. This gives me an idea.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and select the tracker app. A year ago, after Edward lost his phone for the fifth time in five days, he gave me permission to trace its whereabouts.
The results are instant, an address appearing on the screen. His phone is currently at 240 Adelaide Street West, in the heart of the entertainment district. The last of my foolish fears fade. Some of Edward’s newest clients own bars and restaurants. He must be visiting the locations for work. Perhaps he’s doing research.
I could assist with this research. For the last nine years, I’ve worked for Powers Corporation, a Toronto real estate company. I’ll share my insights on real estate prices, utilities, property taxes, and other related expenses, prove to him once again that we make a great team, that I can help his career.
Then I’ll ditch the coat and show him I can please him in other ways. I smile. The sexual tension inside me will dissipate. He’ll fall even deeper in love with me, commit to me, to us, completely.
I glance down at my ringless left hand. This could prompt him to propose, to make our relationship even more permanent. We’ll be one step closer to having that big family I dream of, a love-filled buffer against an often tumultuous world.
“Craig?”
“Yes, Miss Jenelly?”
“Could you call me a cab?”
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
On ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneanddone-2040641-340.html
On Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-and-done-cynthia-sax/1123809444
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One And Done – Third Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
It takes Azure an hour to fix my hair and another thirty minutes to push me out the door. I hold the coat closed with one hand as I walk along the hallway. Although it’s fully buttoned, I don’t trust the garment.
The elevator is empty.
There’s no security guard at the entrance of the building. That’s normal. The station positioned there is purely for show. I’ve never seen anyone sit in that chair.
I exit.
Woofer is waiting outside the doors.
It doesn’t matter when I leave or when I return. The kid is always lurking around the front doors, handing out the free daily papers. I feed him as often as I can and give him my spare change. It isn’t enough but I don’t know what else to do.
I’m achingly aware that, if it weren’t for family, for people who loved me, I could have been Woofer. I could have been homeless.
When I was seven years old, the biggest paper mill in Thunder Bay, my hometown, closed. My dad, along with thousands of other people, was laid off. He swallowed his pride and applied for every job available—minimum wage positions at fast-food restaurants, night shifts at telemarketing companies.
No one hired him.
Months passed. My dad’s car disappeared. Weeks later, the minivan vanished. A stranger picked up the TV. Another man took my dad’s tools.
My parents tried to hide their concern, making our precarious situation seem like an adventure, but I felt their fear, their stress. I saw the slump of my dad’s shoulders as he returned from another long day of job hunting.
My mom, after working an equally grueling double shift at her low-paying cashier position, would patiently rebuild his confidence, caring for him, her belief in her husband, my dad, unshakable.
Then, one day, we returned home to find the front door of our bungalow padlocked, a huge foreclosure notice plastered to the wood.
“We’ve lost everything.” The anguish in my mom’s voice shocked me. She was normally so strong, so calm. I’d never seen her break down.
Her reaction made the situation even more real. We were homeless, without a place to stay, to sleep, our clothes, my toys, books, trapped behind that locked door.
I shook, more scared than I’d ever been in my short life.
“We didn’t lose everything, love.” My dad hooked his right arm around my mom’s waist, drawing her to him. He rested his left hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his palm permeated my thin cotton shirt, soothing my terror. “We have each other.” He paused, forcing a smile, a bleakness in his eyes. “And we have family. We’ll always have a place to stay.”
He was right. When we showed up on Grandma Whyte’s doorstep, she took one look at my dad’s face, muttered something about proud fools, and ushered us into her four-bedroom home, telling us we could stay as long as we needed.
We’d have to earn our keep, she stressed as she mixed a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies, my dad’s favorite treat. He would be responsible for maintaining the yard, clearing the driveway of snow in the winter and for completing repairs around the house. My mom would be in charge of the cleaning and the laundry. I’d help Grandma Whyte with the baking.
My dad eventually found a job but we never moved out. We lived with my grandma until she died. She’d become my confidant, my best friend, and I howled for a week after the funeral.
Grandma Whyte left the house to my parents. I inherited her recipe box, the papers inside stained brown with the vanilla extract she made herself.
The recipe I used to make the chocolate chip cookies for Edward and for Woofer had been written on one of those papers, in her familiar scrawl.
“You just missed a Ferrari, Miss ‘Nella.” The car-crazy kid shakes with excitement. “A 488 GTB, red, mint-condition, 3.9-liter V8 engine, two turbochargers.”
“That sounds powerful.” Knowing nothing about cars, I try to look suitably impressed. “Don’t wait here all night for it to drive past again.” I muss the boy’s unruly mop of black hair. “Get to a shelter before they fill up.”
“Shelters are for old people,” he grumbles, bumping against me.
“Shelters are for all people.” I hand him a paper bag stuffed with two turkey sandwiches, heavy on the vegetable fixings, a bottle of orange juice, and the cookies. “What do I get for this?” Woofer doesn’t accept charity. He has his pride also.
“Since you got your paper already, I guess it’ll have to be a hug, but I don’t like it.”
He lies. He loves it. The kid is starved for touch.
“Then give it to me.” I open my arms. He squeezes me, thumping the bag against my back. I hug him to me. He allows this embrace for a couple of heartwarming moments before wriggling away from me.
“Did you make oatmeal raisin?” He looks in the bag.
“Chocolate chip.”
“You made these cookies for him.” Woofer scowls. When the kid first appeared at his post, about a year ago, he mouthed off to me, in typical teenager style. Being protective of me, Edward took offense. He threatened to call the cops and have the kid arrested. Woofer hasn’t forgiven him.
“I made the sandwiches especially for you.” I give him one more quick hug, which earns me a grimace and some under-the-breath cussing. “I don’t want to see lettuce and tomatoes on the sidewalk when I get back.”
I ignore his grumbles and walk toward the subway station.
There’s the usual collection of homeless people gathered around the entrance. Some of them are the same age as my dad was when he lost his job.
I say hi to them, addressing the men and women I know by name, and enter the underground.
The train arrives almost immediately. I select a seat near the door and I gaze around me. It’s a hot summer night. The air conditioning in the car is under strain, whirring loudly.
I’m the only person in the subway car wearing a coat. Many of the women are wearing short skirts and sleeveless shirts. A couple of the men are in shorts.
Why am I doing this?
Edward loves me, wants me, needs me. We haven’t seen each other during these past two weeks because his work has been crazy. I don’t have to dress like an actress in a very bad porno film to garner his attention. I’ve had it since the very first moment we met.
Edward and I had both been attending a fancy charity gala. I wasn’t supposed to be there. My billionaire boss had been called out of town at the last minute. There had been an emergency involving one of the company’s low-income housing projects.
Mr. Powers had sent me to the gala in his stead, entrusting me with the task of relaying his very generous donation to the hostess. Edward had been given a ticket by Mr. Barron, one of the partners at his firm.
I knew very few of the guests. Edward knew no one. Arianna, our hostess, introduced us. Edward looked dashing in a black tuxedo, the lights shining on his blond hair, his eyes the lightest shade of blue.
He took my hand, bent his head, and gallantly kissed my fingertips. My heart skipped a beat. It was so romantic. When Arianna flitted to her next guests, moving out of earshot, he declared I was the prettiest girl in the room.
And that was it. I was a goner, head over heels. No man had ever said those words to me. No one had ever looked at me as though I was the center of his universe.
These past two weeks, he’s been working hard, trying to get ahead for me, for us, for our future. I have to be understanding, appreciative.
Sweat drips down my spine, slips between my ass cheeks.
A trio of blue-jean-wearing, spike-haired tough guys move in front of me. They’re clad in T-shirts, their bared arms tanned and tattooed. The tallest one looks my way, his mouth moves and they all laugh.
I set the tin of cookies on my lap and run my palms over my borrowed coat, ensuring the buttons remain fastened, that there are no gaps in the material, revealing my clothing…or lack thereof underneath.
They can’t see anything. It’s sweltering and I’m overdressed, and they might suspect I’m up to something but they don’t know what that something is.
The subway car’s doors slide open at St. Andrew station. A gray-haired man wearing a long, tan, trench coat enters. He shuffles between the seats.
My shoulders lower. I’m not the only one overdressed.
The man sits on the seat across from me. His legs spread and his coat gaps open, revealing hairy bare legs. I blink. Under the trench coat, he’s sporting brown loafers, long white sport socks with red stripes around the cuffs.
Oh my God. That’s the uniform of flashers everywhere.
The man is naked under his coat.
Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.
I can’t control my eyeballs. My gaze lifts and meets his. The man nods at me and has the audacity to wink, as though we share a dirty secret.
My face heats. He thinks I’m a fellow flasher, that I plan to expose myself, to show my naked body to unsuspecting men and women.
I’m going to kill Azure.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
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Fathers In Romance – One And Done
Tomorrow is Father’s Day in North America. There are many types of dads in Romanceland. Some have biological children. Some have adopted children. Some become dads in nontraditional ways.
In One And Done, Smoke chooses to become a father figure to Woofer, a street kid. Woofer, a teenager, is mouthy and moody, a kid others might find difficult to love.
Here’s a scene from One And Done
A little over two hours later, Nana Zaire has moved to a bench positioned in a sunny spot in the secluded backyard. “He won’t be easy to love.”
“No, he won’t be.” I’m not certain whether she’s referring to the man or to the boy leaning over the Lamborghini’s engine. It doesn’t matter. The same observation applies to both of them. “We’re taking it one minute at a time.”
“He needs to hear those words but they’re just words, aren’t they? You’re already talking about making dinner rolls for next week and cupcakes for Lucy’s birthday.”
She’s right. I can’t live purely in the present. “I’m trying.”
“He is too.” Nana Zaire nods at Smoke. “And he realizes he’s difficult. That’s why he brought you here.” She pats my hands. “You’ll need my help. You have my number.” She gave it to me after dinner. “You know where I live. You’re welcome here anytime.”
“Thank you.” I can’t imagine Edward’s mother ever making me this offer. “If you need any help, I’m here for you too.”
“I’m counting on that.” She turns her head, watches Smoke and Woofer fiddle with the sports car, their shoulders touching.
Woofer’s mouth constantly moves, as do his hands. Smoke deflects a waving wrench as it threatens to clunk against the immaculate paint job. The boy doesn’t notice this close call.
“I should talk to Woofer.” He’ll damage Smoke’s pretty car.
“No, you shouldn’t.” Nana Zaire stops me. “Smoke understands. Zanders, my husband, was a proud audiophile, a purist. He had a huge collection of LPs, premium vinyl, rare records that were difficult to find.”
“Smoke smashed it.” I don’t need to hear the entire story to know how it ends.
“If he told you that, he’s even more serious about you than I thought.” She studies me. “Smoke takes his pain out on inanimate objects. He doesn’t harm people.”
“I know.” He’d never hurt me, not physically. Smoke removes the wrench from Woofer’s hands and closes the hood. “The hurt has to go somewhere.”
“True.” Nana Zaire nods. “How does Woofer deal with it?”
“He works.” I consider my history with the boy more closely. “And he acts like he doesn’t care but he does, very much.”
“They all do.”
Smoke strides toward us, rubbing his hands on a rag. Woofer follows him, attempting to imitate his swagger. They’re so damn adorable.
I love them both.
“I’ll take you inside, Nana Zaire.” Smoke reaches down and lifts her to her feet, handling the elderly woman as though she’s a delicate piece of fine china. “Woofer, you have something to say to Miss Jenella.”
“Yes, sir.” He scowls behind Smoke’s back and crosses his thin arms, unhappiness radiating from him.
My lips twitch. I must be receiving an apology.
Judging by Woofer’s expression, it will be the most ungracious request for forgiveness anyone has ever received.
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
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One And Done – Second Scene
One And Done is releasing on July 19th (it is available for pre-order now) and I’m sharing the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.
Read the first scene here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2016/06/06/one-and-done-first-scene/
She picks up a piece of cookie and contemplates it for a moment. “I really thought you and Steady Eddy would last.”
God. Are we back to that again?
“We’re lasting.” I pack cookies into an empty candy tin, choosing the best-looking specimens. Three of the cookies have already been enclosed in plastic wrap and placed in the care package I’ve put together for Woofer, the street kid stationed downstairs. “Couples can’t spend every minute together. Life happens.”
“Breakups happen.”
“We’re not breaking up.” I love him. He loves me. “If anything, we’ll be stronger for this. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say.”
“Absence makes the heart go yonder, as they also say.” Azure smacks the cookie I’m reaching for, rendering it unacceptable for Edward’s consumption. “Love the one you’re with and all that.”
I quickly fill the tin. “You don’t understand.” Azure’s longest relationship lasted a whole five days.
“I understand that your lover-boy lawyer is a twice-a-week type of guy. He’s been that way since the day the two of you met. Now, after three years…”
“Four years.” I correct her, proud of this accomplishment.
“After four years,” Azure amends. “He has gone almost two weeks without getting any. Phone sex is good in a pinch but even Steady Eddy has to be wanting the real thing.”
We haven’t been having phone sex. We talk every day, exchanging multiple calls and messages, but our conversations have been short and businesslike. Edward has been busy at the firm, feeling the pressure to perform, to bring in the big deals and prove his worth.
And I’m the one in our relationship most likely to want the real thing. I’ve always had a greater need for sex. Twice a week isn’t enough for me.
It’s rare that couples are completely compatible in the bedroom. I read that on the internet. Someone often needs to take care of her or himself. I’d rather be that person and not put even more stress on Edward’s suit-clad shoulders.
“I’m seeing him tonight.” I place the lid on the tin. “I’m dropping by the firm, surprising him.” If I call, he’ll tell me he’s too busy to see me, that he has to concentrate on his cases. “I’ll give him the real thing.”
“Wearing that?” Azure surveys my outfit. I haven’t changed out of the black skirt suit I’d worn to my office. “You should ditch the corporate slave gear and show him your inner sex goddess. Then you might see him more often.”
“He’s at the office and I don’t have an inner sex goddess.” I love sex, but compared to my inhibitions-free friend, my experience has been limited. Edward is a missionary-position-every-time kind of man and the two boyfriends I’d had in university were as bungling as I was, coming after a couple awkward thrusts.
“You could wear a long coat.” Azure’s eyes gleam. “And nothing else.”
“No.”
“Yes.” She grasps my wrist and pulls me into my bedroom. “If you’re not brave enough to go nude under the coat—”
“I’m not.” Knowing my luck, a button would pop off the coat and everyone in Edward’s stuffy law firm would get an eyeful, embarrassing me, but even worse, humiliating the man I love.
“You could leave your underwear on.” Azure, having no boundaries, unbuttons my blazer and gazes at my plain white bra. “Or not.”
Dismay is written all over her expressive face.
“My bra is practical.” I snatch my blazer away from her and wrap my plus-sized body in fabric.
“It’s ugly.” My friend rummages through my drawers, tossing my clean clothes on the floor. “Here. Put this on.” She lobs a ball of black silk at me.
I smooth it out and gaze at it with trepidation. “This is lingerie. It isn’t meant to be worn outside the bedroom.”
“You’ll be wearing a coat over it.” Azure’s tone is dry. “Some young girl working in a hot, overcrowded sweatshop sacrificed her eyesight to craft that garment for you.” My friend continues to ravage my neatly organized dresser. “The least you can do is wear it.”
It won’t hurt me to try it on. I discard my ugly bra and the rest of my clothes and I slip the babydoll over my head. The hem of the skirt skims the bare skin above my knees and the triangle cups struggle to contain my large breasts.
“I look like a hooker.” If the fabric shifts an inch to the right or to the left, I’ll show nipple.
“Steady Eddy is a lawyer; he’s the white, middle-aged, male version of a hooker.” Azure grins at her own joke. “He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you.”
My jaw clenches. “Edward will lose his shit and not in a good way. He works at a conservative law firm. I won’t jeopardize his job to give our sex life a boost.”
I know how difficult it can be to find a replacement job. He could be out of work for months, years, losing his home, his car, everything.
Except me. He wouldn’t lose me. I’d stand by his side as my mom stood by my dad’s side. I love Edward and love means sticking with a person through the good times and the bad.
“Put these on.” Azure holds up a pair of silk boy shorts. “They’ll cover everything.” She snaps the tags, removing them, and hands the boy shorts to me.
They only cover half of my huge ass. “I’m not showing up at his office, dressed in lingerie, a coat and heels.”
“Find your center and breathe.” She presses on my chest. “Only Eddy will know what you’re wearing under your coat. This will be your little secret.”
The coat is long. I nibble on my bottom lip. It would conceal everything.
“Think of this as skipping a step in undressing,” she adds. “You’ll reach this state eventually. You’re simply doing it faster.”
Edward does like fast. We’d get to the sex quicker, allowing him to return to work sooner, saving his valuable billable time. He wouldn’t be upset with me for interrupting him. My visit wouldn’t cause him to lose his job.
There’s still an element of risk. “If this goes wrong—”
“It won’t.” Azure plugs the brand new, never-been-in-a-man’s-ass curling iron into a socket, preparing to fix my hair. “Trust the universe, ‘Nella. Let it guide you.”
“But—”
“It’s been almost two weeks.”
It has been almost two weeks. I miss Edward, want him, need him.
“Okay.” I sit in the chair positioned before her. “But if I end up in jail for indecent exposure, I expect you to bail me out.”
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He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
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One And Done Available For Pre-Order
One And Done is available for pre-order!
This is a standalone 300 page contemporary erotic romance featuring a curvy girl and a super slick player set in the same world as One Night With My Billionaire Master and The Good Assistant (in other words, set in Toronto – grins)
He wants one night. I want forever.
Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.
I need his services.
My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.
This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.
And I’ve never been good at letting go.
One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.
Buy Now:
On Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/One-Done-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B01FOVMF70
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Seducing My Billionaire Boss And Offices
I believe that our living spaces reflect our selves, what we find beautiful or interesting or valuable. For executives, the spaces they spend the most time in are usually their offices. They have 8, 9, 14 hour work days. They eat breakfast, lunch and dinner at work. They entertain clients and others in their offices.
In The Good Assistant, John Powers, the Founder and CEO of Powers Corporation, has a bookcase spanning the entire wall, filled with books he has read. This tells visitors that here is a self made, self educated man.
In Seducing My Billionaire Boss, Robert Reyes, John Powers’ CFO, has a very different office.
Here’s a snippet from Seducing My Billionaire Boss
At first glance, Rob’s office appears like every other executive’s space. There’s the big desk, the black captain’s chair, two guest chairs, the wall of shelving on one end, the rectangular table with eight chairs on the other. The walls are decorated with the usual gold-framed photos of Powers Corporation properties.
Except there are books about art, not simply weighty volumes about tax codes and accounting policies, on his shelves, and there are people hidden in his photos.
In the bottom left-hand corner of the first photo, a tiny figure of a woman briskly pushes a stroller, her back straight, her stride long. It takes me several moments of intensive searching to find the old man staring forlornly out of a window in the second photo. In the third photo, a uniformed security guard maneuvers through the revolving doors. He’s a shadow behind the glass, there, yet not.
Why is he drawn to photos with people in them? I don’t know. Robert Reyes is a complicated man. It would take a woman a lifetime to figure him out.
I suspect he’s drawn to photos with people in them because, although he’s a financial guy, people are important to him. He will risk his job, his income, his future, to help the people he cares about.
What does your work space tell people about you?
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Note: If you purchased the Salacious boxed set, you already have this story.
This job and this man are mine.
I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.
He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.
I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.
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Seducing My Billionaire Boss And The Removal Of The No-Fraternization Policy
Powers Corporation, founded by John Powers, the hero of The Good Assistant, originally had a no-fraternization policy. Employees (including managers) of the company couldn’t date.
I’ve worked for quite a few companies (including one major beverage company) with this unwritten rule. It helps create a safe working environment, especially for women. Women don’t have to worry about being hit on by managers and coworkers. This also attracts managers and employees who respect these boundaries.
In The Good Assistant, the no-fraternization policy was eliminated. John Powers finally acted on his desire for Trella, his executive assistant.
This change creates a whole lot of problems and misperceptions. When an attractive young unattached executive is looking for an assistant, some folks think he or she is looking for a sexual plaything.
Here’s a snippet from Seducing My Billionaire Boss
“And I plan to protect her.” I ignore his comment. “If that means taking this fuckin’ fabricated job and fulfilling all of your crazy sexual demands, so be it.”
“Sexual demands?”
“I know what you want. Everyone knows.” I glower. “Now that the no-fraternization rule has lifted, you desire a hot piece of ass that you can fuck during office hours. You’re a pig.”
“Everyone thinks this?” Rob lifts his eyebrows.
“Everyone knows this.”
“That explains the last four interviews.” He rubs his face. “The last candidate–”
“Showed you her breasts.” I glower. “I’m aware of that.” I unbutton my suit jacket and pull down my camisole, taking the cups of my bra with it. “These are breasts.” My nipples tighten in the cool air. “Cerise Case’s pair doesn’t compare to these.” I’m a big woman with a big rack.
Rob’s gaze lowers. I wait as he peruses my breasts slowly, leisurely. He obviously likes what he sees, his eyes darkening.
Silence stretches. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t tell me my breasts are better.
“Well?” I demand.
Rob blinks once, twice. “What?”
“Are they the best you’ve seen today?”
“They’re the best I’ve seen in my lifetime.” He leans forward and inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring. “They’re even better than I envisioned.”
He has envisioned my breasts. Joy unfurls inside me. “Then I’m qualified for this job.” I cover myself up again.
He shakes his head, appearing dazed. “There are other qualifications. This is an assistant position. You’re a project manager.”
Have you ever worked in a company with a no-fraternization policy?
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Note: If you purchased the Salacious boxed set, you already have this story.
This job and this man are mine.
I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.
He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.
I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.
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