Something feels off. I sit
up, moonlight streaming through the expanse of glass behind my headboard, the
ticking silence of the middle of the night grey and ethereal. My mouth is dry
and my skin tingles with danger.
My own home isn’t safe.
Clicking sounds in the
distance pierce my closed bedroom door. I quietly open my closet and pull out
the aluminum baseball bat I store in there for moments like this.
Whatever this is.
Later, I realize I should
have called 911. But when you’re in the haze of being woken by a home invasion,
you don’t think clearly.
Besides, evolution has
primed me for this very moment. Testosterone oozes out of my pores. This is a
moment men imagine from the time they’re small little beasts with superhero
capes and nerf guns.
Defending our turf.
Quiet as a ninja, I walk on
the balls of my feet, opening my bedroom door and proceeding down the hall.
Andrew is silent, too, his feet hanging off the end of my couch, the blanket
pooled on the floor beneath him. His mouth is open and he’s drooling a little,
my nice leather sleek and shiny in the moonlight.
He’s useless against the
seven-foot, muscled cat burglar who is obviously here to steal my soul and my
valuable electronics.
My eyes dart to the door,
where an inch of light from the hallway peeks in, illuminating the library
table where I dump my mail.
A knee appears, with a
shiny high heel at the foot.
Interesting cat burglar.
Then more knee. A thigh.
Hips that make hot blood pound through me, the rest of Shannon entering the
room on tip toes. She rotates and closes the door with such precision I start
to wonder if she breaks into people’s houses for a living.
I flatten myself against
the wall where she can’t see me, and slowly set the baseball bat on a small
wool area carpet. We’re both creeping around my apartment in silence, but for
very different reasons now.
She cuts behind the couch
and stands in front of the breakfast bar, slipping off her trench coat.
Oh, sweet merciful
universe.
She is naked except for the
high heels.
Merry Christmas in August.
Those come-fuck-me pumps
are candy apple red and scream out my name. No, really. I can hear them, tiny
little voices that only my now-rising-to-the-occasion little head can hear.
It’s like those shoes communicate on a radio frequency that my testicles can
tune into.
And...I’m at attention.
What is she doing here?
“Shannon?” I whisper,
stepping out into the moonlight, hoping I don’t scare her.
She startles and freezes,
hand on one breast over her heart. Her hair is loose and flowing, and she’s
curled it. She painted her face, eyes big and bright, lips red and stunning.
She shifts her weight to
one hip, eager and a little shy, but also bold.
“Let’s make up,” she says,
squaring her shoulders. “And happy birthday!”
Happy Birthday?
Oh, man. That’s right. I’d
completely forgotten.
Andrew’s head pops up from
the other side of the couch and he gapes at Shannon. “Dec? You hired a
stripper? I knew you and Shannon were on the outs, but damn, man, you can’t
just—”
“AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!” Shannon
screams. If this whole marrying a billionaire and working in corporate America
thing doesn’t work for her, she has a future in horror films.
Book &
Author Details:
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancee by Julia
Kent
(Shopping for a Billionaire #6)
Publication date: February 26th 2015
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
(Shopping for a Billionaire #6)
Publication date: February 26th 2015
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
All of our
best dates end up in the emergency room….
I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster,
caviar, champagne and–her favorite–tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect
woman. The perfect everything.
Dad gave me my late mother’s engagement ring,
platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn’t care if I slid a giant
hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to
impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes
on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman
talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.
I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the
tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it was perfect. Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
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AUTHOR
BIO:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent
writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push
contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia
finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor
from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.
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