Seducing His Heart Read Free

coffee? His stomach
rumbled. Yum. A
vision of spreading warm chocolate with his fingers on certain
parts of Bess’s body then licking it off made his groin
twitch. I’ll bet she knows everything
there is to know about sweets. And I know lots of ways to consume
them she probably hasn’t even tried.
    The ding of the elevator brought him out of
his reverie. He sighed and traveled to the ground floor. Raising
his hand in a half-wave to the doorman, Whit directed his feet down
Central Park West to the television studios of Eagle
Broadcasting.
    While he walked, he
wondered about Bess. Will great smells
always be coming out of her place? Will she invite me in to eat, at
least try, some of her stuff? A salacious
chuckle escaped his mouth as he imagined a tasting at her place
where she was the dessert.
    Once he was immersed in
his work, he forgot about Bess and the chocolate. He worked hard,
trying to nail down the details of a story from Asia. He’d applied
to New York News Review for a job as a foreign correspondent. What better way to avoid attachments than to be
out of the country? It would be the
perfect job for him. He was hoping for Hong Kong. The farther away from home, the
better.
    He took particular care
over stories from the Far East, figuring each one was like a job
interview with NY News
Review . When he finished his broadcast, he
checked his watch, caught a taxi, and met Katarina on the East
side.
    Dinner was a long and tiresome affair. Whit
tried to focus on her rantings about her manager and the director
of a movie she wanted to do, but his mind kept wandering. Her
screeching criticism hurt his ears. He longed for something softer
and more soothing after an intense day. Something like a cup of
exquisite hot chocolate or a piece of sinful devil’s food
cake…something to nourish his body and soul.
    The vibes from Katarina
weren’t good. Bed? With this complainer?
Not tonight. Not ever again. While her
body wouldn’t quit, he decided he would.
    Over coffee, she made eyes at him. “So, we
go back to your place or mine?” she cooed.
    “ Not tonight. I’ve got an
early day tomorrow,” he lied, signaling for the check.
    Katarina stuck out her lower lip in a most
unattractive way. Her pouty face confirmed his decision to get far
away from her.
    “ But I was counting on
it,” she whined.
    “ Sorry. Another
time.” Another lie. Get me outta
here.
    He paid the bill, put her in a cab, and
hopped in one himself. On the way to his apartment, Whit stopped
and sniffed. The faint smell of chocolate and coffee lingered in
the hallway. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and was
practically knocked down when Bess barreled out of her place with
Dumpling in tow. The baker bounced off his chest.
    He grasped her arms, to keep her from
falling. She looked up into his eyes. Her large, blue orbs drew him
in. He froze, his fingers digging into her. Then, Dumpling barked
before assaulting him, sinking her teeth into his leg and pulling,
throwing her head from side-to-side rapidly.
    “ Dumpling!” Bess yelled,
tearing her gaze from his. Her eyes widened as she watched her dog
tear a hole in the bottom of his pants. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry.”
She jerked on the leash, and the pug dropped the cloth and backed
up.
    “ It’s nothing,” he said,
reluctantly releasing Bess.
    “ She’s ripped your pants!
I’ll replace the suit.”
    “ Don’t worry about it.
Really.”
    “ She’s my dog, and I’m
responsible. Let me get my checkbook.” She turned.
    “ Please,” he said, placing
his hand on her arm. “I can have it fixed or get a new one
myself.”
    “ I insist.”
    “ It’s an expensive
suit.”
    “ Even so. I never walk
away from my responsibilities.”
    “ Honestly,” he waved at
her. “Forget it.”
    “ How much?” She narrowed
her eyes and rested one hand on her hip.
    He sighed. “Three thousand dollars.”
    “ Three thousand dollars!
Oh my God. Is it made of spun gold?” Her eyebrow