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Book: Bold Read Free
Author: Nicola Marsh
Tags: Romance
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a virtual stranger, but whatever had motivated him last night, she’d been touched in a way no guy had touched her in a long while.
    If only he’d followed through with a little physical touching.
    “Tell him.” Ashlin laid a hand on her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be stressing over this if he didn’t meant something beyond a fling, so better you tell him now.”
    More than a fling? No way. The mere thought struck fear into her independent heart. “I only just met the guy. And he’ll be heading back to Australia once he’s done here, so all he ever can be is a fling.”
    It’s what she’d focused on all night, Zane’s ‘anticipation as foreplay’ angle. He wanted to have sex with her just as much as she wanted it. They’d set the sheets on fire then he’d walk. A fiery fling to end her deliberate man drought.
    So why the hell was she spending this much time prevaricating over something that was a no-brainer?
    Ashlin assumed her patient teacher expression; the one Chantal saw her use daily with dancers under her tutelage. “Fling is good. But on the off-chance he hangs around for a while and finds out you’re working alongside his half-brother who he wants to connect with…”
    “I could pretend I didn’t know?”
    “Seriously?” Ashlin shook her head and Chantal sighed.
    “I’ll tell him.”
    “Good girl.” Ashlin tugged her long hair back into a ponytail and twisted it into a loose topknot. “What’s the IT guy like?”
    “Why? You have a thing for geeks?”
    To her surprise, Ashlin blushed. “I have a thing for the latest whiz-bang computer gear and was thinking of picking his brains.”
    “Be my guest, though he’ll be working for the next hour in my office and he’s a bit of a grump.”
    “Thanks for the warning.” Ashlin stood in a smooth movement that reminded Chantal of an elegant swan unfolding its wings. “Now go call your guy.”
    “Thanks, I will.”
    As Chantal tapped Zane’s name in her contacts list, she knew this news couldn’t be delivered over the phone.
    She needed to see him. Pronto.

 
     
     
CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Zane entered Burlesque Bombshells for the second time in twenty-four hours and now, like then, his chest tightened. Not because of the subtle sensuality of the venue, but because of the gorgeous blonde striding his way, wearing a tight purple suit that hugged her curves, and towering black stilettos that evoked a wistful erotic image of her wearing those fuck-me shoes and nothing else.
    “Glad you could make it,” she said, holding out her hand, a successful businesswoman at the top of her game by all appearances. It didn’t hide the nervousness lurking in the depths of her eyes.
    For some reason, it made him feel better, that this confident woman could flounder a little around him. For that’s exactly how he’d been feeling since he met her. A little out of his depth, when he was usually at ease with women.
    “You said it was important.” He shook her hand, but bent to kiss her cheek. A quick peck, designed to unnerve her. Instead, as her exotic fragrance infused his senses, he was the one caught off-guard. She smelt like cinnamon…cloves…or some other spices he didn’t know, a powerful combination designed to make a guy lose his head. It was working.
    “It is.” She slid her hand out of his and motioned to the nearest seat. “Do you want a coffee?”
    “I’m fine, thanks.” He pulled out her chair, waited for her to sit before taking a seat next to her, appreciating the way her knee-length skirt slid up her thighs as she crossed her legs. “If this is your way of saying you can’t wait to take me on a tour of Vegas, I’m all yours.”
    She smiled but it didn’t erase the tightness pinching her luscious plum-slicked lips. “You might change your mind about wanting my tour guide services when you hear me out.”
    Intrigued, he sat back. “Nothing you could tell me would prevent me from wanting to spend more time with you.”
    A faint

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