Oil. But he stopped dead in his tracks.
Suddenly, Alistair’s private sun shed a bright ray of light from behind the dark, heavy clouds that had enclosed his life for more than five years.
Fuck! Davidoff is accompanied by a woman. A magnificent beauty . His world spun on its axis, leaving him lightheaded. He watched, paralyzed, as she paused at the door, made a teasing face at Davidoff, rested an elegant hand on his arm, spoke something, and gave him a reassuring smile.
Are they lovers? The thought annoyed him. Why, he didn’t know. The woman advanced a few steps and looked around the room, halting with parted lips when her gaze locked with his. He felt unsettled. She has the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. Black as night and endless as the universe. Her flawless and honey-dipped skin. Her light hazel eyes, fringed by long raven lashes. Her thin and straight nose and her mouth… Christ! Her mouth is full and moist. Red. No lipstick, no gloss, just a natural, lush, fucking mouth .
His gaze surveyed her as she looked at Edward. Her long and slender neck. And she’s biting her full bottom lip and I… I’m getting an erection from this simple action. Ah. Fuck. The way she just licked her lips . His cock applauded and he gave himself a brisk mental shake. For Christ’s sake, Alistair Connor. You’re not a horny teenager anymore .
His eyes remained glued to her as she moved in his direction, taking in the movements of her long elegant hands flattening her dress onto her body. Desire shot hotter through him. Lean, voluptuous body. Her legs… Is she a model? He cocked his head to the side. No, not tall enough. What is she doing here? Alistair shook himself inward. Stop this. Stop! It’s just another woman. And much too young. Most likely a trainee or Davidoff’s assistant. In all probability, she’s sharing his bed .
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She has an angelic aura around her, but… He knew women. They fell at his feet everyday offering their bodies for money and status. This one won’t be any different. Christ, I really am a cynic. Come now, Alistair Connor, this is work . He smiled and extended his hand.
Sophia looked around the room and froze dumbstruck. Her heart gave a slam and stopped in her chest. She forgot how to breathe.
A man stared at her. Fixedly, intensely, consuming her. She couldn’t exactly make out his features because of the light coming through the windows.
He remained motionless. He was so muscular and so tall, so large that his frame shadowed the light that came into the room from the enormous glass windows. His height intimidated even more because of his massive shoulders and broad chest, which were not at all hidden by the extremely well-tailored dark charcoal suit, white shirt, and blue-and-green striped tie. His stare never wavered from hers, piercing her soul.
He must workout daily. Sophia, focus!
She squinted to have a better look of his face. The exceedingly handsome features and forest-green eyes struck her core. These are the most wonderful eyes I’ve seen in my whole life . They were intense, so intense that they seemed to burst into green flames, enhanced by ink-dark, long and full lashes. His slightly tanned skin. Perfect. God was inspired when He made him. He seemed designed by an Italian master painter .
The man had jet-black hair, worn in an unfashionable way, longer than usual, with uneven, long shredded bangs on the left side of his face and jagged ends, falling in straight and thick strands to his shoulders, almost past them.
Windblown! Sophia had never seen a sexier haircut. If it was cut at all .
It seemed he had scissored cut them himself. And in a hurry. He had a straight nose, high cheekbones, chiseled large jaw. His upper lip was thin, but extremely well shaped and his bottom lip was… Delicious. Pink lips. Dark. Pink. Lips . Unconsciously, Sophia wetted her own lips with a sensuous glide of her tongue and felt desire building in her body.
Suddenly, Alistair’s private sun shed a bright ray of light from behind the dark, heavy clouds that had enclosed his life for more than five years.
Fuck! Davidoff is accompanied by a woman. A magnificent beauty . His world spun on its axis, leaving him lightheaded. He watched, paralyzed, as she paused at the door, made a teasing face at Davidoff, rested an elegant hand on his arm, spoke something, and gave him a reassuring smile.
Are they lovers? The thought annoyed him. Why, he didn’t know. The woman advanced a few steps and looked around the room, halting with parted lips when her gaze locked with his. He felt unsettled. She has the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen. Black as night and endless as the universe. Her flawless and honey-dipped skin. Her light hazel eyes, fringed by long raven lashes. Her thin and straight nose and her mouth… Christ! Her mouth is full and moist. Red. No lipstick, no gloss, just a natural, lush, fucking mouth .
His gaze surveyed her as she looked at Edward. Her long and slender neck. And she’s biting her full bottom lip and I… I’m getting an erection from this simple action. Ah. Fuck. The way she just licked her lips . His cock applauded and he gave himself a brisk mental shake. For Christ’s sake, Alistair Connor. You’re not a horny teenager anymore .
His eyes remained glued to her as she moved in his direction, taking in the movements of her long elegant hands flattening her dress onto her body. Desire shot hotter through him. Lean, voluptuous body. Her legs… Is she a model? He cocked his head to the side. No, not tall enough. What is she doing here? Alistair shook himself inward. Stop this. Stop! It’s just another woman. And much too young. Most likely a trainee or Davidoff’s assistant. In all probability, she’s sharing his bed .
He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She has an angelic aura around her, but… He knew women. They fell at his feet everyday offering their bodies for money and status. This one won’t be any different. Christ, I really am a cynic. Come now, Alistair Connor, this is work . He smiled and extended his hand.
Sophia looked around the room and froze dumbstruck. Her heart gave a slam and stopped in her chest. She forgot how to breathe.
A man stared at her. Fixedly, intensely, consuming her. She couldn’t exactly make out his features because of the light coming through the windows.
He remained motionless. He was so muscular and so tall, so large that his frame shadowed the light that came into the room from the enormous glass windows. His height intimidated even more because of his massive shoulders and broad chest, which were not at all hidden by the extremely well-tailored dark charcoal suit, white shirt, and blue-and-green striped tie. His stare never wavered from hers, piercing her soul.
He must workout daily. Sophia, focus!
She squinted to have a better look of his face. The exceedingly handsome features and forest-green eyes struck her core. These are the most wonderful eyes I’ve seen in my whole life . They were intense, so intense that they seemed to burst into green flames, enhanced by ink-dark, long and full lashes. His slightly tanned skin. Perfect. God was inspired when He made him. He seemed designed by an Italian master painter .
The man had jet-black hair, worn in an unfashionable way, longer than usual, with uneven, long shredded bangs on the left side of his face and jagged ends, falling in straight and thick strands to his shoulders, almost past them.
Windblown! Sophia had never seen a sexier haircut. If it was cut at all .
It seemed he had scissored cut them himself. And in a hurry. He had a straight nose, high cheekbones, chiseled large jaw. His upper lip was thin, but extremely well shaped and his bottom lip was… Delicious. Pink lips. Dark. Pink. Lips . Unconsciously, Sophia wetted her own lips with a sensuous glide of her tongue and felt desire building in her body.
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