lifted her gaze to his face, overwhelmed by his sheer physical presence. Arousal tingled through her at his proximity and his obvious strength. "Just because I won't, doesn't mean I don't want ."
Connor shoved up and off her desk, then strode purposefully away. Ava was struck speechless by his words as she watched the play of his glutes beneath his snug cargo pants. Her heart still beat erratically in her chest and either she'd had a major sugar crash from her hard boiled egg breakfast or all the blood in her head had rushed south to a very under-used body part.
One question kept circling in her suddenly light-headed brain: Did he just say he wanted her ?
Excerpt from Heart of Stone
Riley Stone didn't have a type.
He loved all women equally. Short, Tall, Skinny, Round. Outgoing. Shy. Young. Old. Sweet. Sexy. Surly.
And they loved him right back.
When he was younger, he'd come to the very happy conclusion, that he could charm his way out of, or sometimes into, any touchy situation.
He'd developed the skill as a young kid.When he'd realized that he was never going to be a good reader, or a good student, he'd made the decision that he'd have to rely on his other attributes. He could charm his grades up from any teacher in whose class he might need a little help. Which came in handy when he knew he wasn't going to pass a test.
He made it a point to always have something nice to say. As an adult, charming people was second nature. He didn't even have to think about doing it.
When he grew up, he finally understood that his talent was in making people feel better about themselves and better in general. How he approached a situation might vary from person to person, but if using a little charm eased the way, he was gonna use it.
He was shallow enough to use his God given talent to charm women into bed, at least he had been. These days he was more focused on making a go of GHR and Stone Consulting with his brothers and sister than in scoring with a hot woman.
But he still couldn't help himself when it came to charming people, especially women.
"How's it going, sweetheart?" He stopped to chat with Ava Sanchez, his brother Jack's assistant, making her blush and stammer. She was a complete hottie and didn't even seem to realize it. But Riley's Rules Number Ten: Never do more than lightly flirt with co-workers.
He'd managed to maintain an amicable relationship with every woman he'd ever had a thing with. It was a particular point of pride with him. But odds were, at some time, things wouldn't end well. And he'd never jeopardize a working relationship, or Global Humanitarian Relief and Stone Consulting, which meant sweet Ava was off limits.
He smiled gently at her. "He ready for me?"
"Yes. You can go on in," she replied with a tilt of her head. "He's got company."
"Client?"
She nodded, lowered her lashes and smiled.
"Okay." Riley paused to adjust the cuffs of his egyptian cotton dress shirt and smooth his hand down his bright, geometric Jhane Barnes tie. He made it a point to be well-dressed in the office in case there were meetings with clients. It was rare but it did happen. From his vantage point in the doorway, he could see the woman in Jack's office. He didn't recognize her from the back. She seemed delicate, the curve of her head covered with a riot of short blond curls but her body language screamed supreme annoyance.
Riley curved his lips into a casual smile and sauntered into Jack's office. His big gruff brother seemed to be conversing carefully with the woman across from him.
Jack looked up and the hard set of his shoulders relaxed. "Ry, you're here." A desperate smile lit his face as he stood and grabbed Riley's hand like a lifeline. "I'd like you to meet, Diana Lundberg from Tools for Schools ."
The woman stood abruptly and shoved out her hand in a very masculine move to greet him.
She was tall, more sleek lines and hard angles than soft curves but when her hard, capable fingers curled around his much
Connor shoved up and off her desk, then strode purposefully away. Ava was struck speechless by his words as she watched the play of his glutes beneath his snug cargo pants. Her heart still beat erratically in her chest and either she'd had a major sugar crash from her hard boiled egg breakfast or all the blood in her head had rushed south to a very under-used body part.
One question kept circling in her suddenly light-headed brain: Did he just say he wanted her ?
Excerpt from Heart of Stone
Riley Stone didn't have a type.
He loved all women equally. Short, Tall, Skinny, Round. Outgoing. Shy. Young. Old. Sweet. Sexy. Surly.
And they loved him right back.
When he was younger, he'd come to the very happy conclusion, that he could charm his way out of, or sometimes into, any touchy situation.
He'd developed the skill as a young kid.When he'd realized that he was never going to be a good reader, or a good student, he'd made the decision that he'd have to rely on his other attributes. He could charm his grades up from any teacher in whose class he might need a little help. Which came in handy when he knew he wasn't going to pass a test.
He made it a point to always have something nice to say. As an adult, charming people was second nature. He didn't even have to think about doing it.
When he grew up, he finally understood that his talent was in making people feel better about themselves and better in general. How he approached a situation might vary from person to person, but if using a little charm eased the way, he was gonna use it.
He was shallow enough to use his God given talent to charm women into bed, at least he had been. These days he was more focused on making a go of GHR and Stone Consulting with his brothers and sister than in scoring with a hot woman.
But he still couldn't help himself when it came to charming people, especially women.
"How's it going, sweetheart?" He stopped to chat with Ava Sanchez, his brother Jack's assistant, making her blush and stammer. She was a complete hottie and didn't even seem to realize it. But Riley's Rules Number Ten: Never do more than lightly flirt with co-workers.
He'd managed to maintain an amicable relationship with every woman he'd ever had a thing with. It was a particular point of pride with him. But odds were, at some time, things wouldn't end well. And he'd never jeopardize a working relationship, or Global Humanitarian Relief and Stone Consulting, which meant sweet Ava was off limits.
He smiled gently at her. "He ready for me?"
"Yes. You can go on in," she replied with a tilt of her head. "He's got company."
"Client?"
She nodded, lowered her lashes and smiled.
"Okay." Riley paused to adjust the cuffs of his egyptian cotton dress shirt and smooth his hand down his bright, geometric Jhane Barnes tie. He made it a point to be well-dressed in the office in case there were meetings with clients. It was rare but it did happen. From his vantage point in the doorway, he could see the woman in Jack's office. He didn't recognize her from the back. She seemed delicate, the curve of her head covered with a riot of short blond curls but her body language screamed supreme annoyance.
Riley curved his lips into a casual smile and sauntered into Jack's office. His big gruff brother seemed to be conversing carefully with the woman across from him.
Jack looked up and the hard set of his shoulders relaxed. "Ry, you're here." A desperate smile lit his face as he stood and grabbed Riley's hand like a lifeline. "I'd like you to meet, Diana Lundberg from Tools for Schools ."
The woman stood abruptly and shoved out her hand in a very masculine move to greet him.
She was tall, more sleek lines and hard angles than soft curves but when her hard, capable fingers curled around his much
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