Taming the CEO (Right Man, Wrong Family) by Hayson Manning

Author:Hayson Manning [Manning, Hayson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Indulgence; romance; Hayson Manning; Bait and switch; enemies to lovers; Romeo and Juliet style family feud; forced proximity; betrayal; revenge; CEO
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Indulgence)
Published: 2017-06-05T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Daisy placed a hand on Zan’s tense shoulder. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and he held his body tight as if he were about to jetpack to the moon.

“Trust me,” she murmured. They had two minutes before the challenge started. She should be practicing shaving the balloons, but every time one popped, Zan flinched. She squeezed his shoulder and smiled in relief when he sat down. She kept her hand on his shoulder for reassurance and ran through the routine in her mind. So, she may have popped more than four, but in her defense, balloons were slippery suckers.

She refused to give in to the nerves holding her stomach hostage. No darting off to the bathroom for her. Zan would probably bolt, but it was more than the challenge that kept her here. She sensed his unease when he’d read the challenge and said no. The unease was still pouring out of him, but what kept her here was that he trusted her. It felt nicer than it should.

Not caring about anything else except Zan, she leaned in and kissed his tense jaw. “Trust me.” He didn’t flinch like he used to when she touched him.

He nodded once.

Sally called for the contestants. In two minutes, Daisy would present Zan’s shaved face. She took a deep breath and swirled her finger in the basin of warm water next to her, which she’d set up while Zan did his statue impersonation in the chair. She picked up the old-school shaving brush, dipped it into the basin of water, then shook off the excess. She then opened a container, inhaling the scent of whiskey and pine. She worked the brush into the shaving foam and concentrated on soaping where dark gold stubble bristled his face. Like an artist, she traced his jawline from left to right, swept the brush over sharp cheekbones, dotted under his nose, down his neck. She stilled when his grip strengthened on the chair, and his knuckles turned gray.

Now for the tricky part.

She picked up the blade and tried for a reassuring smile, but her lips were numb. Zan’s eyes locked on hers. She took the blade, angled it as instructed, and pulled the knife down the left side of his face, starting where sideburns would be if he’d had any. The only sound over the beating of her heart was a scrape of the blade against stubble. She repeated on the other side, leaning in close, her breasts pushing against him. As usual, her nipples wanted to party and perked into life.

She sucked back a breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but one look in his amused eyes that went from her face to her chest and a teasing smile gave her away. Now was not the time to be getting turned on by the man’s hard and sculpted body or the sexy, knowing grin on his face.

“Behave.” She leaned in and murmured.

“Not my nipples trying to drill a hole,” he said while she rinsed the blade.

She

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