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Our relationship, mine and Cole’s, isn’t a simple one.
It’s complicated, frustrating and, at times, downright ugly.
You see, I fell for a man who couldn’t love me back.
Hard as I tried to avoid the dimpled prince of Seattle, life threw us together.
As much as we resisted temptation, he burrowed his way into my heart.
Sinful as our attraction was, our destinies were entwined.
Don’t worry. Ours is a love story, after all. I had no idea how our fairytale would play out, but one thing I knew for certain?
Fate had a twisted sense of humor, and she did not play fair.
“And for the record, you’re more than quasi-handsome,” burst from my lips like a shaken can of soda exploding all over the room, leaving a sticky mess.
“Yeah?” he countered with double dimples, knocking me for a loop.
“Definitely.” Good Lord! I couldn’t stop myself, and I needed to stop.
He belonged to another. Victoria of all people. The scar on my forehead itched, a sobering reminder of the situation.
Rubbing the annoying tingle with the back of my hand, I asked, “Buy any new buildings today?”
A sly grin. “As a matter of fact, I did.” His eyes sparkled, swirling with pride.
“You should be celebrating.”
“I am.” His gaze slid to the table.
He was lonely. Just like me. God, how I wanted to throw my arms around that solid neck and kiss some joy back into his sullen gaze. Instead, I asked, “This is celebrating?”
“Sure.” He gestured to his food, then me. “Good food. Great company.”
Our gazes locked for longer than appropriate, and I heated in places that should be immune to his charm.
Cole cleared his throat, breaking the spell. “I don’t enjoy going out. I’d rather stay in, celebrate on the couch with a good movie, cold beer, my lady, clothing optional, of course.” He shot me a wink.
I tried to dodge the damn thing, but he gave good flirt, and that wink, innocent or not, hit my chest dead center.
Won’t lie. I liked that he flirted with me. I loved that Victoria’s fiancé was paying attention to me, the girl she’d tormented, the girl she’d stolen friends and boyfriends from, the girl she’d tried to break.
Were I a lesser woman, I would’ve played our mutual attraction to the bitter end, taken a bat to Victoria’s chance at a happily ever after.
But I wasn’t that person.
I would not continue the cycle.
I would deflect the flirt.
About the Author
Krissy is a full time writer, avid reader, and lover of dark and dirty romance.
Growing up surrounded by the great outdoors, her childhood was full of adventure that fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling. Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress and a larger than life hero.
After relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than curling up with a steamy romance novel, is cozying up to her desk and writing her own sexy adventures to share with others.