Book Spotlight and FREE Alert–> Against All Rules by Summerita Rhayne
Office romance with a sizzle.
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stood with his back to her, the buildings and traffic of Lodhi Road spread out
below, visible through the clear glass of the almost wall-length picture
window. He turned when he heard her.
evening was a big mistake.â He said without preamble. âI canât tell you how
sorry I am about it. Believe me, I donât make it a habit to get drunk and
accost my staff.â
a second she could just stare at him, the rest of his words after big mistake not really penetrating her
brain.
night sheâd dreamed wonderful, impossible dreams. Dreams in which heâd
confessed to burning desire and unbridled passion for her. Of course it was all
the end result of reading too many romantic historical novels. She knew how
silly those imaginings were. Still, to have him denounce the kiss that had left
her world spinning as a âbig mistakeâ was a hard lump to swallow.
alright.â She said, trying to sound as though it didnât matter. âYou were
upset.â Her thudding heart steadied a bit. Look
on the bright side, Samara. At least he was blaming their kiss on alcohol.
doesnât excuse my crappy behavior.â His mouth twisted in self disgust. âI donât
lose control like this usually…last night I was a lost case scenario.â
words stung her. How hopeless to desire him when he felt like this about his
wife. Ex wife, that was.
donât blame yourself, Tahir. You were drunk.â Samara took a step towards him, âIt
was one of those things that just happen. Thereâs no need for either of us to
get into a tizzy about it. I shouldnât have come to your apartment anyway.â
you shouldnât have.â He looked at her, his gaze dark and brooding, âI was the
one who initiated that kiss but the fact remains that you didnât resist me. It
wasnât just me last evening, was it?â
tide had turned. Her legs trembled a bit. She moistened suddenly dry lips. âWhat
do you mean?â
came closer, his tread silent on the deep pile carpet. âWhy did you let me kiss
you, Samara? Why didnât you stop me?â
words sent a jolt through her. Had that sharp gaze of his managed to penetrate
and look into her mind? She had known how astute he was. How long before he
pieced everything together to discover the truth of her feelings for him?
said the truth casually enough, it could pass off without attracting attention?
because.â She offered and shrugged.
eyebrows rose at her admission. She said with more confidence and a touch of
carelessness. âYou do yourself less than justice, Tahir. Youâre idolized by
hundreds of women. So why not me? Youâre attractive and I admit, for a moment,
curiosity got meâŠâ She held her breath. Would he buy that?
your reasons, you crossed the threshold as much as I did. Keep that in mind, if
you talk about it.â
frowned, âTalk about itâŠ? Tahir, are you insinuating Iâll spread the news that
we kissed?â
are fond of gossip. And what better snippet to pass around than the experience
of kissing the boss?â
was a sexiest remark!â
it?â He shrugged, not too bothered. âOr you can consider it as an observation
about the social nature of your gender. Whatever. Can you honestly say you
would resist the temptation to share it with your friends?â
it casts an aspersion on the whole of my sex, I would have to, wouldnât I?â she
said, trying to inject a lighter tone. Then she saw he was really waiting for
her answer and said more seriously, âIt was a matter between you and me, Tahir.
And neither of us stands to gain by making it public. I can assure you, I know
that. Have I ever given you any cause not to depend on me?â
looked back, meeting her steady gaze and at last nodded.
and added, âI know we canât have anything spook our work relationship, Tahir.
And I think we are both sensible enough to put that kiss out of our minds.
sensual and emotional romance. There’s no knowing when some quirky – or
sometimes even not so quirky – happening in daily life might trigger her right
brain and then she’s off craving a new story. She loves writing characters who
learn and grow and find their way out of their troubles and emotional hang-ups.
Hot, sensual heroes and sassy but sweet heroines mostly fit the bill in her
stories. She also believes that a touch of humor never goes amiss in a book.
She lives in India. Her day is spent juggling day job, family life and writing.
On the offside she loves to embroider simple cross stitch patterns, cook and
cheer for Team India. She loves winding down with music, movies and the
internet.
Website and contact page: www.summeritarhayne.com
Twitter @SummeritaRhayne
Amazon author page: amazon.com/author/summeritarhayne
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