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Pleasure at Home #2
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Billionaire businessman, Cal Sellers had the only woman he’s ever loved, but with one careless, arrogant act, he lost her. Now as she stands in his office begging for her old job back, he has no intention of losing her again—or hiring her. He has an altogether different position to offer her...
Lucy Monroe will do anything to protect her daughter and stay as far away from her vicious ex-husband as she can—even if it means marrying the no good, egotistical man who broke her heart, Cal Sellers.
Determined to make up for the past, Cal pulls out all the stops to woe and protect Lucy while showing her they can have more than a passionate marriage of convenience. But with her ex becoming dangerously violent, will Cal's love and security be enough to save them all?
~Excerpt from Lush~
Lucy glanced down at the ring on her finger. Cal had spent nearly the entire afternoon looking for the right ring, betting against the odds that she’d agree to marry him. Maybe it wasn’t fashionable to have colored stones in an engagement ring, but the sapphires reminded him of her eyes. She said she liked it, but she kept staring at it oddly, like it didn’t quite fit her.
“Thank you,” she said, eyes still on the ring. “I promise I’ll do my best to uphold our bargain and be the kind of wife you need me to be.”
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and splashed more into each of their glasses. She was acting like a wounded puppy, and it pissed him off. He wanted the Lucy who went toe-to-toe with him and gave as good as she got. So maybe he’d have to draw that Lucy out.
“What kind of wife do you think I need?” he asked.
“Well,” she started and then took a sip. “You said you needed a hostess, someone to hold dinner parties?”
“I’m a fairly good cook, but I think it would probably be best if we had the dinners catered.”
“Do you know anything about corporate wives?” he asked.
“I’m not sure if I’ve met very many.”
“And your wardrobe. We’re going to have to make some changes. That blouse you’re wearing, besides being cut too low—” but not low enough for his taste, “—is too small. I can see half your bra.”
She glanced down at her chest, then her head popped up. The fire was back in her eyes just as he intended. “You cannot see half my bra. It gapes a little, but it’s not obscene.”
“Darlin’, from where I’m sitting, my eyes have practically gotten to second base with you. And your skirt—”
“What about my skirt?”
“It’s tight enough for when we’re at home. Personally the office sex kitten look does a lot for me, but it sends the wrong message to every other man who is not your soon-to-be husband.”
“Look, I know I’ve put on some weight—”
“Yeah, and you put it in all the right places. That’s what counts.” He ran his gaze over her the way he’d been wanting to ever since he’d seen her again this afternoon. She flushed under his gaze. “You’re making me want to add an addendum to the option we discussed in my office.”
Her gorgeous mouth dropped open for a second and then she rebounded. “You’re a pig.” She didn’t sound half as pissed off as she would’ve been if she wasn’t so intoxicated.
“I can’t help it. I’m a male pig. And you, darlin’, are very female.”