Silk, Lace & Videotape by Joanne Rock

Author:Joanne Rock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2002-12-15T05:00:00+00:00

SEVEN HOURS AND three condom packages later, Amanda knew she wouldn’t be able to move. She didn’t care how much it turned her on to see Duke’s broad shoulders sprawled across her bed, she had to ignore him if she ever wanted to start her day and finish her designs.

She needed to get to work after taking the entire previous day off. She spent so much time helping her father during the week the only way she’d been able to start her own company had been to work nights and weekends on her own projects.

Amanda slid straight from the bed into her robe, more self-conscious of her body in the light, even though Duke still slept. She definitely wasn’t ready for him to see her without her glamorous exterior in place. Although she didn’t need much makeup, she did work hard to look pulled together, to have her hair stylized, her eyes enhanced by whatever the newest trend in cosmetics happened to be.

Her father appreciated beauty around him at all times, and Amanda had learned long ago she fit in to his world more easily when she complied. Even now, on a day when she wouldn’t be seeing her father, she found herself carefully constructing the façade the rest of the fashion world acquainted with her signature style.

By the time she’d showered and dressed in working clothes—a slim skirt and a crisp men’s dress shirt— Amanda could smell breakfast cooking.

Her belly growled in response even as she worried about facing him again. She’d never done this before, never had to face any man on the morning after. How did one behave?

“Hey, gorgeous,” Duke called easily from his place at the stove. “Who’s Lexi?”

She blinked, taking in his brawny body at home in her tiny kitchen, his deft flipping of pancakes in a frying pan she didn’t know she possessed, his question….

“Lexi?” she parroted, drawn forward by the aroma.

Duke picked up a carton of eggs and read off of a purple sticky note attached to it. “It says, ‘Girlfriend, you have the most atrociously stocked fridge of any woman I know. I brought you some eggs, but save me two for the dinner I’m making you on Wednesday.’” Duke moved a bottle of pancake syrup to Amanda’s kitchen table. “Is this Lexi any competition I need to worry about or anything? Is that some kind of Russian name?”

His blue eyes were mischievous, but he watched her intently while waiting for her answer.

Amanda moved into the kitchen and pulled down the juice glasses. “No. It’s short for Alexandra. Lexi is my best friend.”

Duke flipped the last batch of pancakes out of the pan and onto a plate already stacked high. “Excellent. So I don’t have to worry about any big Russian guy showing up at your door and fighting me for you?”

The image brought a smile to her face. “Hardly. Although if you were to get on Lexi’s bad side for some reason, my money is always on her in a fight.”

Duke put their plates on the table and held out her chair.

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