SPEAKING OF SEX & LUST

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That request nearly made Heath Evans fall off his chair. Was this some kind of a prank call? Considering the timid way this woman had started her phone call, that last statement had been a shocker. Jerking up, he mouthed ‘What the hell, dude?!’ to Timothy, his forty-two-year-old producer. The man supposedly screening his calls just shrugged and went back to playing with switches. Heath fought down the urge to strangle him. He’d wrangled with that sensation often over their five-year friendship. There was something about the other man’s laid-back attitude that tended to grate against his nerves. Especially during the past few months. Timothy knew he didn’t like to deal with this sort of thing on air. Heath could barely walk out his door without being approached by some primped-up, sassy woman looking for him to rock her world in every single way possible. All they ever really wanted was an instant catapult to notoriety… or money.

Closing her eyes, she rested her head and just sat for a minute, soaking up a luxury she rarely made time for. After a few minutes of pure, unadulterated bliss, Rowena reached for a piece of brownie, letting the salted caramel melt in her mouth and slip down her throat. The bold, salty taste burst through her mouth, reminding her of the brownies her grandmother had always made every time she knew Rowena was coming to visit her. Times like these she missed her family… even her mother. Yes, she’d needed to escape Fairhaven, Massachusetts, to put s considerable space between her family’s overprotective tendencies and her mother’s inability to understand. This decision had been an important step in her recovery, one she’d needed to take. The anonymity she’d found in Seattle hadn’t hurt, either. Here, she wasn’t Rowena Killian… In Seattle, she was just another nobody.“Please, God… Let me remain nobody…” she whispered. Closing her eyes, Row

Steven Lockwood sat in his car and fought down the rage. Fuck! That arrogant little shit had the nerve to say no to him! Then the red Jaguar F-Type Convertible was about the only thing of value he owned, and he only owned that because he’d sweet-talked Rose into putting the title in his name. It was amazing what women would do if you gave them a mind-blowing orgasm. Selling the car wasn’t an option… Steven wasn’t ready to part with it just yet. It was perfect for his image, and it reminded him of the youth he’d squandered bowing and scraping to women in order to get by. He’d deserved so much more… There was another way back to the lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to, the lifestyle he deserved so much. But it required start-up capital, something he didn’t have. But Dr. Lovejoy did. Taking a deep breath, Steven unclenched his fists and laid them over the leather-wrapped steering wheel. He stroked th

All through dinner, Rowena felt as if she was walking a tightrope. Despite the fact that every cell in her body seemed swollen, excited, and expectant, somehow, she managed to keep her reaction to herself. Or she hoped she had… Leaning toward him across the table was normal, right? She wanted to hear him over the kitchen clatter coming from behind the doors. And so, what that she’d forgotten and let their hands touch... It was an accident… pure accident. She just hoped Heath hadn’t noticed that when dessert arrived and her tongue darted across her lips in anticipation, she hadn’t been staring at his chocolate tart.“You should try this, Rowena. It’s delicious.” Heath looked at her across the table, his fork halfway to his almost-empty plate, a thoroughly satisfied smile on his face. Chocolate could do that to a person. Rowena started to protest, opening her mouth to insist she was full already. But he didn’t give her a chance.