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When one case muddles the line between personal and professional, mistakes are made. Connor has no choice but to step up if he wants to win her trust and her heart back.
happy Savannah looks, and even though I should be happy for her, every time I
see Connor with the blonde Barbie on his arm, I want to kick and scream. I
still can’t believe he brought a stranger to his best friend’s wedding. No
matter how many looks I give the girls, silently telling them that I’m all right,
they all know I’m really not. But this is Savannah’s big day and I won’t ruin
it by showing Connor that he gets to me.
like she just stepped out of a Barbie case or just finished playing with one. It’s
that she’s exactly what I’m not. She’s blonde. I’m a redhead. She’s a size zero,
and, well, I’ve got some curves, and her skin is porcelain while mine is
covered with tattoos.
chills down my arms. I don’t even have to turn around to know it’s Connor. I
hate how he always sneaks up on me. A man his size should not be able to sneak
up on people.
read the emotions crawling all over my face. “Connor, you’re letting your
date wander unaccompanied? Aren’t you worried about child services?” I try
to sound as unaffected as possible but I know he’s not buying it. Why the man has
to look so damn good is beyond me. He opted for black jeans that showcase his
strong thighs, a white button-down shirt that shows off some of the ink on his
chest with a black suit jacket that molds his arms like a second glove. The man’s
body is the stuff of fantasy.
that does it. He takes a few steps closer until he’s standing so close to me, I
can smell his aftershave. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
Connor.” I shove him, but of course, the man who’s built like a brick wall
doesn’t move an inch.
would make getting over him so much easier, but God, he is the most gorgeous
man I have ever laid eyes on. His dark brown hair is just long enough for a
woman to hold on to, and his green eyes…. God, I lose my train of thought every
time I stare into them.
pissed I have a date?” I unclench my hands, trying desperately not to
shove him into the pool, because this is Noah and Savannah’s big day, but I want
to knock the smirk right off his face.
has this ability to rattle me, but today I choose to hold my ground because he’s
right. I am pissed. “Why would I be mad that you brought a date to a family
breath against my earlobe sends shivers down my body. Damn him for knowing how
to get to me. “Is that what we are, Belle, family?” I want to smack
the cockiness right off his face, but I’m pretty sure Savannah wouldn’t be
happy about me smacking her husband’s best man on their wedding day.
and I am so tired that I don’t have much fight left in me when it comes to him.
“Connor, can you just not do this today?”
thing about Connor; he does these kinds of things because he knows they get to
me. It’s like he’s addicted to getting a rise out of me, and like the lovesick
fool that I am, I give him exactly what he wants every… single… time.
you know it bothers me. That’s why you did it. That’s why you picked a date who’s
only here because you look like the bad boy she never got the chance to fuck in
high school.” I can’t believe I said all of that. I know I’ve shocked him,
because his body language changes and he goes from charmer to oozing sex in
touch that I just stand there, unable to move. Whimpering when his hold
tightens, I see something pass in his eyes, something dark, something that
makes me want to submit. Just as fast as it appeared, it’s gone. “Did you
fuck the bad boy in high school, Belle?”
taste him just once. I meet his eyes and notice the smirk on his face as I
haven’t answered his question.
my head to the side, fighting the urge to lean just a little bit closer to
inhale his scent.
Brass Series, Book 1