Career-minded Lara doesn't find forty all that fabulous. Her carefully plotted path to success is on target and she isn't about to let romance derail her. Except the hot, new advertising whiz steers her libido into overdrive.
Ryan lives to shake companies up and do whatever it takes to meet his goals. But the saucy affirmation-chanting minx challenging him awakens a more carnal desire.
A battle of wills may be what she wants, but he intends to push her boundaries until her inhibitions come undone.
Lara went up to the bar to get her own drink and was standing in line when the music started. The DJ working his turntables had gone way back in time, playing some of the disco hits from Lara’s high school days. Her hips swayed and her shoulders shimmied without her even trying.
A quick glance at the men standing near her made her rethink lowering her standards. There wasn’t a low enough grade for the crowd that had gathered this early. But the night was young; she wouldn’t give up. She was here to have fun, loosen up and forget the office. And she didn’t need a man to do any of those things.
I am developing the happiness habit. I am happy being--
Two large, warm, decidedly masculine hands rested on her waist. Lara whirled around, ready to tell the jerk to back off. And found herself staring into Ryan’s deep brown eyes.
“Hi Lara, nice to see you again. Seems we keep missing each other at the office,” he said, leaving his hands on her waist and leaning close to be heard above the thumping music.
Lara was momentarily speechless. The attractive man from the office had become an incredibly hot cutie. “Ryan, uh—hi. What are you doing here?”
“Looking for fun, like everyone else. Can I get you a drink?”
“Oh, thanks, the bartender seems to be awfully busy. I’m here with some friends.” She let her gaze drift over his body, admiring the way his t-shirt molded to his muscular chest and flat stomach.
“What will you have?” He brushed her ear with his lips.
She shivered in response and caught herself from reaching for him.