TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
Two huge books were placed in front of her.
“Your books, Dr. Richards,” the sales assistant said. “Although,” the woman added, and Cheryl could see her eyes going, as every female eye in the universe would surely go, to the man sitting opposite her, “you may just find you don’t have the time to read them,” she finished dryly, and just a little enviously.
Then she went away. Nikolas slid his fingers into hers. Meshing tight.