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Contemporary Romance,
Collections,
CEO,
Finance,
Accounting,
sexy series,
girls with guns,
credit union,
dance competition,
Silver Slippers Saloon,
Gun shy,
trigger happy,
handguns,
concealed weapon
with the notion that she would never see him again - could still make her knees weak.
Amber's palms were already damp from thinking about having to shake his hand. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen. How could this be happening?
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G age would recognize her anywhere. In a big city, or in a small town, and here she was in the same town he worked and lived.
Not too many things surprised Gage Alexander, but this did.
He didn't like surprises.
He held out his hand for Marilyn’s friend.
"I'm Gage Alexander. And you are?" his eyebrows rose as he introduced himself again.
She struggled to get any words to form. She stuck her limp hand out to shake his, "Uh, Amber. I'm Amber Prescott. Hi."
Hi? That was all she could think of to say? Really? She wished she could crawl out of his office right this minute. How had this charming, handsomely devilish man, who called himself Gage Alexander, CEO, whom she had anonymous sex with eight years ago inside a private sex club wind up here in Windsor, Colorado?
That, Amber decided, was something she was going to have to find out.
CHAPTER TWO
T he next morning as Gage was getting ready for work, he couldn’t help but think of his meeting yesterday with Marilyn and Amber. He liked to take a proactive approach to his life. If something needed worked on, work on it. Get it done. Do not procrastinate. If something bothered him, take the one-up approach - identify it and solve the problem. He hadn't been that way his entire life. It was when he joined the Army that he adopted that behavior. His Drill Sergeant held him to the highest standards and soon enough, Gage realized it was easier to do things first than to wait idly by for something to happen.
In this case, it wasn't a what but a whom.
Amber Prescott.
He hadn't known her name, that night nor through all these years. Amber. He supposed that suited her. Now, here she was in the same town as he. What were the statistics on that happening, he wondered. He had met her at the Silver Slippers Saloon. Met wasn't really the correct term. Can you technically meet someone if there aren't any introductions? It was more like he fucked her brains out one night, all night, a long time ago. Case closed. He never thought he would see her again. That was the whole idea of going to a private club – no strings attached.
Sure, he thought about her. There were times he was with other women and one of them would do something and it would bring back a hazy memory of something she – now that he knew her name - Amber, did that night.
It wasn't often that she came to his mind. But when she did, she invaded his senses. He could remember the scent she was wearing down to the flower that was infused into her perfume. He could remember the feel of her hands roaming all over his body once he had untied her, like a newborn baby remembers their mother.
God, she was beautiful then, but she was stunning now.
He didn't like it.
That was one unpredictable thing he did in his life a long time ago. And that unpredictability was here, in his town? He was going to have to do something about it. He hadn't quite thought of a plan. Yet. But he would soon. It felt like a loose end that needed tying up. As CEO of the credit union, there was no way he could have her roaming town spilling her guts about how she met him inside a sex club. No. That shit wouldn't fly. He could already hear the hushed whispers, the quick glances from members as they did their business at the credit union.
He couldn’t make her move out of town, unfortunately. He feared he would have to set up a meeting with her and discuss his expectations. That would have to do, he supposed. At the moment, that seemed like a plausible solution. Unless he could think of something else, soon, then he would have to make that work.
Unable to control his urge to get the matter at hand taken care of, he finished buttoning his dress shirt and decided today