Beyond Seduction by Kathleen O'Reilly

Author:Kathleen O'Reilly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance: Modern, New York (N.Y.), Contemporary, General, Romance, Politicians, Authors, Romance - Contemporary, Fiction, Love stories, Fiction - Romance
ISBN: 9780373793259
Publisher: Harlequin Books
Published: 2007-05-01T04:26:54.619000+00:00

THE CANDLES SHIMMERED IN the dimmed light, the wax pooling and dripping over the edges. Mercedes had cleaned, she had cooked, she had bathed, she had dressed. Everything was ready, except she had no date.

The ziti was turning from a beautiful, bubbling amber to a not-so-beautiful, burning brown and Mercedes pulled it out of the oven, fighting tears. Everything was supposed to be perfect.

She kept telling herself that if a man was thirty minutes late, it did not mean he would never show up at her door again. Sam was reliable. Not punctual, perhaps, but reliable. Sam was not going to disappear.

After spending a good five minutes cursing the whims of Harvard law professors, Italian pasta and a certain nameless man who had no concept of time, the phone rang.

It was said nameless man, who had miraculously developed the concept of time.

“Hey, I’m still at the studio. Got caught up in a problem with tomorrow’s show. I’ll be there, but it’ll probably be another hour.”

“No problem,” muttered Mercedes.

“You’re mad.”

“No. You’re a busy guy, and if I spent four hours slaving over a hot burner, and have to sit and watch all that hard work turn cold—”

“Eat without me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be out of here as soon as I can.”

As soon as I can. Mercedes should have known better. At the end of the day, all men were unreliable creatures—including Sam, which ticked her off even more, because she had held him up to a higher standard, and he had failed the test.

She scowled into the phone. “That’s okay, I’ll take another bath.”

“A bath?” he asked, his voice perking up.

“Yeah,” she murmured, almost a purr.

“Bubbles?”

“You tell me.”

“No bubbles. You like your baths, don’t you?”

“You catch on quick.”

“I could help,” he offered.

“But you have to work,” she said sadly.

“I’m not feeling well. Fever. Very bad. Must go soon.”

Mercedes kicked off her heels.

“What was that?” he asked, not sounding remotely ill.

“My shoes.”

“I’ll be there in seven minutes.”

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.