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When Mates Collide | Done Playing Games
Elliott smirked, leaned in close, and made love to her neck’s soft skin with the heat of his whispering breath. “Most women would have waited until the bartender finished making those drinks, for their water…but not you. Most women wouldn’t hold my looks the way you do every time I stare at you. Looking someone in the eye isn’t an easy feat. But you? You don’t shrink back from me at all. And when I left yesterday on the street? You didn’t look back to see why I rushed into that cab. You just walked off like you didn’t give a shit.” Her blood throbbed in her head as he leaned back and picked up his glass. When he met her eyes, she smiled, “I didn’t give a shit.” As he studied her, his face darkened. “Don’t lie to me.” Her eyelashes fluttered with a fading smile. He turned away, picking up his glass and staring off. Thrown, she looked in the mirror behind the bar to discover him not watching her this time. He was miles away and she wanted him back. “I’m sorry. I was…teasing.” He gav
When Mates Collide | Between Reality And Euphoria
Joan did as she was told. She unbuttoned the jacket and let it fall to the ground around her sneakers. “Take those off, too,” Elliott commanded and Joan kicked them off and bent to slip out of her socks, but then halted when he said, “Did I say you could take off those?” She straightened up and shook her head, the delicate scent of her arousal returning. A human male would never have detected the gentle sexy fragrance from here, but he wasn’t human. “Take off your sweater and let me see the color of your bra. I've been fantasizing about those for so long it hurt.” She reached around her waist and pulled the soft acrylic fabric over her head, hesitating a moment with her face masked to let him look at her pale pink, lacy bra. He went rock hard in an instant and rasped, “Off.” She dropped the sweater to the floor. He tore off his own black, thin jacket and tossed it aside. Licking his lips, Elliott stared at the crotch of her jeans, imagining what she looked like underneath. “Take tho
When Mates Collide | Tiny Bloody Pieces
Joan slid her weak arms around Elliott's neck and laid her head on his t-shirt, his chest muscles moving under it as he walked, her stockinged feet bobbing with the journey. He kicked the bathroom door open and then set her down on a counter that was barely big enough to hold her. Motioning for her to wait, he turned on the water, guiding the temperature. She watched the cotton tug across his shoulders. She couldn’t wait to kiss them. He rose and walked to slip her white socks off and tossed them aside, massaging the bottoms of her toes as he reached over and checked the water again. “Perfect,” he said under his breath as he began to strip. Yes, you are, she thought to herself with a happy smile. He bent his head, reached back and grabbed the cotton fabric on his shoulder blades, pulling his shirt off from back to front. He tossed it to the ground and looked at her. She was staring at his chest. He smiled. “You like what you see, Joan?” She nodded. He chuckled and kicked off his bl
When Mates Collide | Normally In Control
The lobby button lit up and Joan sucked up a final sob and shook herself off as the doors opened. She stared into the foyer so tempted to push the button to take her back up again. But he didn’t want her there. He’d stepped back. He’d let her go. That was his choice. And she didn’t want to be like Lanka asking him to do something he didn’t want to do. Elliott Jack was not the type of man you give your heart to, she told herself knowing it was too late. On 1st Avenue, running to the edge of the sidewalk to hail a taxi, she shouted at one, “Hey! Hey, stop!!” The car pulled over and she threw open the back door and climbed in, her body shook. “Thank you. Town, please.” They pulled away from the curb and she looked up toward her friend’s old floor. Pulling out her phone, she tried again to call. Again it went straight to voicemail. “Bonnie, it’s me.” Her heart twisted in her chest as she whispered, “Call me. Please.”***Elliott knocked louder on the door. It was only two in the morning.
When Mates Collide | Need To See Her
Elliott stared into space, his mind numb. “I have to wake Bonnie up and get Joan’s number. I looked her up on the Internet but she’s a lawyer so they don’t give out their personal information. Blah blah blah. And she doesn’t have a F******k.” “You went on F******k?” Nate was shocked. With a shrug, Elliott stared at his packmate. “I’m not in my right mind. See?” Raising his voice, he called, “Bonnie! Wake up!” Nate reached across the bar to punch him but Elliott was too fast for him and ducked out of the way. “Bonnie! Come here!” Nate swore under his breath and whispered, “Don’t tell her about Joan, yet. Not until you know what you’re going to do.” Elliott gritted his teeth, knowing his friend’s head was screwed onto saner shoulders. “Fine,” he grumbled, taking a sip of excellent Scotch as footsteps padded toward them. “Babe?” came her soft, sleepy voice. “Everything okay?” She appeared in her robe and her brown eyes widened as she saw her husband’s nudity. “Um…Can I get you a robe
When Mates Collide | The Promotion
Bonnie was riddled with an apology upon apology, her voice urgent. “Joan! It’s me. I just heard your messages. I lost my phone and then it died! I didn’t hear your message about the case and then turn off the phone. The battery died! Congratulations on the case! I so wish I’d known. I swear, Elliott found my phone at my old place. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t have your phone number or email and so I was going to come by your place and tell you in person. I’ve been telling you to get on F******k forever and if you’d listened to me, this never would have happened.” Joan’s lips squished up. It was true. Bonnie was a social marketing guru and knew everything about current networking sites while Joan stayed far away. I don’t want people I prosecute stalking me on the Internet. Bonnie continued, “You can ask Elliott! He’ll tell you the battery was dead.” Joan’s stomach hurt just hearing his name. “But hey, let me take you out for lunch. I don’t have any big meetings today! Let me take
When Mates Collide | The Apology
Joan continued. "Mr Clark, if you’re the one pushing me for the junior partner, I need it to be because you know I bring value to this firm with my time, talent and dedication.” “Don’t get too full of yourself. You’re very young, Ms Henry,” said Steve Clark in a sober voice that sounded pretty fucking condescending. She smiled with her signature courtroom calm. “I’m just stating the facts of what I bring and there is nothing wrong with knowing one’s worth. Did you know that men get more raises than women simply because they ask for them? They have no problem saying I deserve what I deserve. And how old were you when you made a partner?” She knew the answer was twenty-nine. He didn’t offer it, and so she continued, becoming more theatrical and having fun with this now that her anger had ignited. “But you’re a man, right? I’m the first woman, you said? Why is that, when the feminist revolution happened in the sixties? That was fifty years ago. Why am I the first, and why do you say tha
When Mates Collide | Vacation, Day One
Bonnie threw a potato chip in her mouth, talking with it full. "Well, we'd spent the last couple of weeks bouncing between places and I wasn't thinking anything because everything happened quickly and I think my head has been in the clouds." She waved a chip in the air, then ate it while still talking, “Then just yesterday after I–” Joan interrupted, “Oh yeah, you had a big meeting or something?” Bonnie shook her head. “It didn’t go well. A potential new client, but she wasn’t ready to commit. Still, laying the foundation down for something maybe in the future. Anyway, I call Nate and he shocks me with the news that Elliott wants to give us their place. It was his idea! He's so nice. I couldn't believe it. So generous. You haven’t been there yet, but they designed their whole flat and it is incredible. They’re talented. Nate says Elliott is going to completely makeover my place. I can’t wait to see what he does." Bonnie didn't see Joan's eyes lose their shine as she kept going on and
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