Sydney drove her old, Mercedes convertible down South Street. She knew that she shouldn’t have a nice car in this city, so she decided to get a used car. Soft beige, leather seats and a convertible top that worked, Sydney loved to feel the wind in her hair on warm nights in the city. Feeling slig...
She felt relieved to see him, even though she’d only met him once in the dimly lit club. Sculpted, mocha-skinned muscles bulged from his black spandex tank top. Black jeans hugged every firm curve of his glutes; he looked like a Greek God. He smiled at her as if he’d been expecting her. Extending...
Because he was hiding in plain sight, she never saw him. He’d lingered patiently in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity that hadn’t come. ‘Good things come to those who take’ was his motto. Just a tiny slip and she’d be back in his arms and her essence in his veins. The ruse had worked beaut...
Marcus Cramer, who wasn’t at all happy with her request for leave. “Dr. Williams,” he began. “We really can’t have our doctors taking leave willy nilly. I understand you had an incident in the garage a few days ago, but you look fine to me.” “Dr. Cr...
Dressed in an Italian trim-fitting grey suit, he’d casually interject his opinion into the conversation, always giving her a sexy smile in the process. Taking time to undo the top button of his white fitted shirt was the only semblance of discomfort he displayed. Exuding confidence and strength, ...