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Courtney Brighten knows as the assistant to the governor she should avoid public indecency at all costs. But when your boyfriend is a cheat, emotions are high and you get stuck in a snowstorm all bets are off.
Can Courtney resist the sexual chemistry or will she succumb to her desires and find herself in the unemployment line?
**This is a short, happily ever after steamy novella. It contains insta-love and gets straight to the point.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Already a pain in my ass, but damn it if she isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“This isn’t necessary,” she says as she struggles to get out of my grasp. She’s hell-bent on freezing her ass off out here, but I’m not letting it happen on my watch.
“Settle down, Princess. If anyone is watching, they’ll think I’m kidnapping you.” I smirk.
“You practically are,” she wails.
“Are you always this princess like?”
“You keep calling me Princess? What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes narrow.
“Just what I said. Princess.” My lip turns up as she starts to pull away from me.
She shrugs out of my grip, which I allow, and heads towards my truck without another word. I watch her hips sway as she walks briskly. She’s completely underdressed for this kind of weather. Even before the snow started, it was definitely cold enough that she should have had a heavy coat. Nope, not princess. She’s in some long tight shirt over a pair of leggings. Her heels, although completely inappropriate for the weather only add to her sexiness.
She whips around when she gets to the truck. “Well, are you coming or are we to sit out here and freeze to death?”
I shake my head in exasperation and stalk towards her. I don’t miss her perusal of my body. She takes her time looking me over. It’s brazen and hot as fuck.
“See something you like, Princess?” I smirk once I’m within reach of her.
“I-what? You’re insane.”
I unlock the truck.
“Aren’t you going to open the door?” she questions.
“This isn’t valet. You can open it yourself.” Her thin arm reaches out and begins to struggle with the handle. She won’t be able to jimmy it open. That shits been busted for years. After struggling with it for a few minutes she turns to me, our gaze meeting and she furrows her eyebrows. My lip turns up and I finally help her out.
Once the door is open, she huffs but attempts to climb in. I place my hands on her slim hips to help give her a boost. She’s average height, 5’6” if I’m guessing, and her long blonde hair has me leaning in and catching a whiff of coconut. I sigh without thinking.
“Did you just sniff my hair?” she calls over her shoulder.
“Get in.” I nudge her ass.
“Hey!” she yells.
“Princess, I’m freezing my dick off out here. Can you get a move on?”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Just get in the damn truck.” My jaw clenches and starts to rattle from the cold. As soon as she clears the door, I plop into the driver’s seat and turn up the heat full blast.
About the Author
Daydreamer by day professional child wrangler by night. Bred in the Midwest, I often would conjure up stories in my head to fill my day. When I’m not concocting a delicious new tale, I can be found curled up in a corner with a cup of coffee and the newest page turner.
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