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Eileen Fox has hated Warren
Wolf since they were put on opposite sides of a debate competition. They were
each other's first times, an encountered in the middle of a school hall that
was fueled but as much by hate as it was by lust.
But now Eileen is in trouble. She ran into a police car
while driving way over the speed limit, and she's been drinking. The policeman
in the car? Warren Wolf.
He'll pretend the accident
never happened on one condition: If she surrenders to him in every way
possible.
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She'd knocked into the car in
front hard enough to push it off course on impact, and it hit the metal railing
further up front. It didn't look like she had done much damage with only a
small indentation where the car plate was, but the car looked expensive. One of
those sports cars that she could only dream of owning. She let out a stream of
curses as she got off her car, her mind still reeling from shock.
'I'm so sorry. I'll pay
for the damages,' she said hastily even before the man exited the car.
'Are you alright?' she asked as she walked to the driver's window.
'Shit,' she
whispered under the breath when she saw that the driver was in full police
uniform. The black man turned to her.
The eyes that stared at her
from beyond the glass was all-too-familiar. She must've angered some sort of
God in her past life.
'Shit,' she
repeated. Not only was the car she rammed into a cop's car, she rammed into the
car of the man who had no qualms breaking her heart over and over again.
'Warren Wolf,' she
whispered.
His expression changed from
one of annoyance to amused when he saw who rammed into him. 'Eileen
Fox,' he grinned, stepping out from the car. 'Fate seems to enjoy
putting us together.'
'Wolf.' She stepped
away from him out of self-preservation. 'I'm so sorry for running into
your car. Tell me what I can do to make things right.'
He surveyed her car, then
her. 'How fast were you going?' he asked, eyebrows raised.
She gulped and crossed her
arms defensively, 'Under the speed limit,' she said.
'And what's that?'
'Whatever the speed limit
is,' she responded automatically.
'Have you been
drinking?' he asked suddenly.
She froze. Only a little, but
he had no way of knowing. She started shaking her head, then sighed. 'I
had a glass after work, but not enough to impair judgment! I was just trying to
hang up on a cal-' she stopped herself from digging her grave even deeper.
There was just something about being close to Warren that made her immeasurably
stupid. Her brain seemed to have fled its home the moment she saw him walk out
the car in his police uniform. It accentuated all his rippling muscles, making
him look even manlier than she remembered.
He continued to stare at her
a way that made her tremble. Her heart caught in her throat. She was in trouble
in more ways than one.
'I could have your
driving license suspended,' he said.
'Please,' she begged. 'I can't afford to lose
my driving license.'
Eileen Fox has hated Warren
Wolf since they were put on opposite sides of a debate competition. They were
each other's first times, an encountered in the middle of a school hall that
was fueled but as much by hate as it was by lust.
But now Eileen is in trouble. She ran into a police car
while driving way over the speed limit, and she's been drinking. The policeman
in the car? Warren Wolf.
He'll pretend the accident
never happened on one condition: If she surrenders to him in every way
possible.
-----
PG Excerpt -----
She'd knocked into the car in
front hard enough to push it off course on impact, and it hit the metal railing
further up front. It didn't look like she had done much damage with only a
small indentation where the car plate was, but the car looked expensive. One of
those sports cars that she could only dream of owning. She let out a stream of
curses as she got off her car, her mind still reeling from shock.
'I'm so sorry. I'll pay
for the damages,' she said hastily even before the man exited the car.
'Are you alright?' she asked as she walked to the driver's window.
'Shit,' she
whispered under the breath when she saw that the driver was in full police
uniform. The black man turned to her.
The eyes that stared at her
from beyond the glass was all-too-familiar. She must've angered some sort of
God in her past life.
'Shit,' she
repeated. Not only was the car she rammed into a cop's car, she rammed into the
car of the man who had no qualms breaking her heart over and over again.
'Warren Wolf,' she
whispered.
His expression changed from
one of annoyance to amused when he saw who rammed into him. 'Eileen
Fox,' he grinned, stepping out from the car. 'Fate seems to enjoy
putting us together.'
'Wolf.' She stepped
away from him out of self-preservation. 'I'm so sorry for running into
your car. Tell me what I can do to make things right.'
He surveyed her car, then
her. 'How fast were you going?' he asked, eyebrows raised.
She gulped and crossed her
arms defensively, 'Under the speed limit,' she said.
'And what's that?'
'Whatever the speed limit
is,' she responded automatically.
'Have you been
drinking?' he asked suddenly.
She froze. Only a little, but
he had no way of knowing. She started shaking her head, then sighed. 'I
had a glass after work, but not enough to impair judgment! I was just trying to
hang up on a cal-' she stopped herself from digging her grave even deeper.
There was just something about being close to Warren that made her immeasurably
stupid. Her brain seemed to have fled its home the moment she saw him walk out
the car in his police uniform. It accentuated all his rippling muscles, making
him look even manlier than she remembered.
He continued to stare at her
a way that made her tremble. Her heart caught in her throat. She was in trouble
in more ways than one.
'I could have your
driving license suspended,' he said.
'Please,' she begged. 'I can't afford to lose
my driving license.'
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781370404261
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format HinweisDRM Adobe
Verlag
Erscheinungsjahr2017
Erscheinungsdatum31.07.2017
ReiheDark Desires
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.3404871
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Genre9201