He wrote the check and handed it over. His was a bold black scrawl of signature. She shivered at the thought of feeling those hands exploring her body. Clean shaven, yet there was a darkened shadow that added a dark and intriguing mystique to the man. Black, hawk-like eyes that saw everything–that were now turned on her, assessing her, stripping her of the expensive Kevan Hall gown she wore.
Eve dragged herself out of the naughty sex fantasy of stripping him down and discovering what was beneath that sophisticated veneer. Of exploring every inch of the playboy who seemed to be at the forefront of every social event. She lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders, which she realized only served to make her aroused nipples easily noticed through the material of the gauzy dress. Allanti’s eyes stroked down over her bare shoulders, lower over the deeply-cut vee of the silk and tulle gown, skimmed slowly over her full hips, traveling down her thighs, right down to her rhinestone-sandals and bare polished toes exposed beneath the frothy hem of the expensive gown.
Heat–like a brazier being stoked from within flushed her skin and by the time his gaze journeyed back up over her form she was ready to plunge into the hotel pool to quench the wicked fire that roared almost out of control. The look was possessively alpha male, challenging her to dare to deny his ownership. Eve in that first garden had never been so tempted as this modern Eve was right now. Both to stay...and to run in the opposite direction.
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Betrayal of Trust
RomanceEve Jennings Allanti, manager of the Fontaine Winery, is estranged from her Italian husband, Sebastian Allanti, head of the American operations for the Allanti family restaurant business. A breakdown in trust has occurred that Eve feels cannot be h...
