For as much as I hate him, I can’t stop thinking about him. A captivating attraction passes between us each time his dark eyes meet mine. As the late nights and business trips add up, we are compelled to cross the line of our professional relationship.
But how can I call him my boyfriend when I already have a husband?
“I’m off to get Arlene some more wine.” He elbowed Cole in the ribs. “She gets a little randy after she’s had a few.” He laughed and scampered away to find his wife while Cole rolled his eyes in disgust.He took my small hand in his big one, and my entire body flushed with heat at his proximity. Our hands had never touched before. If anything, he did his best to avoid any sort of contact with me.
His skin against mine was electric.
Just our hands touched, but it felt as if he was touching me everywhere.
He laced one arm around my waist as the notes of another ballad filled the room. We were dancing like old people, my hand in his, his arm around my waist, and my other hand resting on his shoulder.
That big, broad shoulder hidden behind his tuxedo coat.
My fingers flexed involuntarily, and I couldn’t help but notice how hard his entire body was beneath that sexy tux. My mind wandered and my mouth watered as I thought back to that picture I’d seen of him wearing just his swim trunks. That mental image mixed with the man in the flesh sent an aching need right to my core.
He pulled me just a bit closer to him, surprising the hell out of me, and I felt something rigid pressing against my hip.
Was he as hot for me as I was for him?
No way. There was no possible way.
But his erection digging into me told a completely different story.
“What was my father telling you?” he asked in a deep rumble. I looked up into his eyes.
God, he was handsome. His milk chocolate irises had golden flecks in them that I’d never been close enough to notice before, and his breath smelled of peppermint.
I couldn’t think when I was this close to him. Words caught in my throat.
“That bad?” he asked. I sensed his nervousness.
I cleared my throat and broke our eye contact so I could think. “Just a proud father bragging about the time his son took off his clothes in a department store.”
“God. He tells everybody that stupid story. I’m surprised this is the first time you’ve heard it.”
I smiled. “It’s not so bad.”
“I was ten.”
I choked on my laugh as I tried to hold it in.
“It’s okay. You can laugh.”
I didn’t hold back, and even Cole chuckled along with me. I couldn’t help the joy that filled my heart in hearing even a small chuckle out of the man who was in a perpetual bad mood.
I made the mistake of looking up at him as we both laughed. When he smiled, adorable little crinkles outlined his eyes and he had a tiny dimple in just his left cheek. He looked carefree and young, ten times more beautiful than he had just moments earlier.
But when our eyes met, the mood instantly changed.
Neither of us was laughing anymore. Instead, an intense heat passed between us and the air around us filled with a raw and savage tension.
MY REVIEW: **** head in a spin, stars.
So, where to begin. OK let’s get the ‘what everyone can’t get past’ out of the way. The cheating, gah – yep, can’t do it, I bloody hate books with it in and usually avoid them like the plague. So why did I agree to review this one? Well, simply put I’m a sucker for a boss/assistant relationship and I like trauma in my books. This had both those elements in plentiful.
What caused the loss of a star is Lucy’s constant, I’m sorry, I’ll tell him soon. No no noooo girl. You either walk away or you do NOT step into an affair, simples. But sadly it never is simple. I wonder at how many readers end up feeling sorry for John? Man he was stuck in his own zone, anyone would feel not wanted after his treatment, but Lucy shoulda dealt with it, gone balls to the wall at him and got it sorted. But then we wouldn’t have a story and let’s face it, this book is a story… it’s FICTION and therefore anything can go.
I got engrossed in this pretty quick and read it fast. I had a whole myriad of emotions going on, I hated her, I felt sorry for her, I liked her, I liked Cole, I hated Cole and wanted to punch him in the gonads, but I love that a book engages me, I can’t fault Lisa and her penmanship for doing that. I disliked John and his indifference. So many things ran through my mind while reading this, brilliant love/hate read for sure!
I will definitely read more from the mind of this author, I connect with her prose and for the most part – wink – the story is damn fine. Less cheating next time though Lisa, I don’t know if I can do another!☺
I received Conflicted to review, my reviews are my own and un-biased.
Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and baby boy. She’s a part-time college instructor and former high school English teacher. When she’s not cuddling baby Mason, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.