A Powerful Attraction
Delaney Diamond
Garden Avenue Press
Contents
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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BLURB
They were only supposed to have dinner…
On a Friday night, dressed to impress, Sherry Westbrook gets stood up. She could go home, but why waste a new outfit and well-done hair? She decides to dine alone, but then her boss shows up, and now she doesn’t have to.
Alex Barraza takes the place of Sherry’s date, and at the end of dinner, they spend the night together—bringing to life a fantasy that has played out in his mind over the past two years. One night together isn’t enough, and before long they embark on a secret affair that takes them both by surprise. But Alex hasn’t been completely honest with Sherry, and when she finds out the truth, he knows he’ll lose her. So instead of the truth, he stays silent. Because now he’s in too deep, and he can’t let her go.
A Powerful Attraction by Delaney Diamond
Copyright © October 2018, Delaney Diamond
Garden Avenue Press
Atlanta, Georgia
ISBN: 978-1-940636-76-4 (Ebook edition)
ISBN: 978-1-940636-77-1 (Paperback edition)
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared by any electronic or mechanical means, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, and e-mail, without prior written permission from Delaney Diamond.
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1
“Any questions?”
Alex Barraza, one of the owners at Newmark Advisors, looked around the conference room at the staff gathered for the usual end-of-week meeting. He stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, his broad-shouldered height dominating the room, and surveyed the group through a pair of silver-framed glasses. Several people shook their heads, but everyone remained silent.
“Okay, if there are no questions, let’s get back to work.”
Sherry Westbrook stood, grabbing her pen and notepad at the same time.
“Sherry, could you stay behind for a bit? I need to talk to you.” Alex smiled briefly and then started erasing the charts and figures from the dry-erase board at the front of the room.
Sherry eased back into the chair as the rest of the staff filed out. Her gaze lingered on him, and she slowly took air into her lungs and shifted. She loved the way he said her name. He made it sound exotic with his rolled Rs and accented pronunciation, which never failed to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention.
She really shouldn’t have the hots for her boss, but Alex was the kind of man fantasies were made of. His wavy black hair glistened under the lights and curled against the collar of his dark jacket, while his solid-looking jaw, covered in a scruff of hair, screamed for a modeling contract. She’d been drooling over him since the first day she set foot through the door and he interviewed her.
Alex turned away from the board. “This won’t take long.” His voice was low, faintly accented because of his Colombian nationality, and smooth as silk. He resumed his position at the head of the conference table. “I know you’re wondering why I asked you to remain behind, and it’s for a very good reason. As I mentioned in the meeting, we signed a new client to the firm, Ovation Printing Company. The good news is, we have the business. The bad news is, they want us to conduct in-person meetings with their staff to assess their portfolios and offer advice.”
“All thirty-five employees?” Sherry asked.
“That’s correct.”
“But why in-person meetings? We can do the assessments virtually.”
“True, but the last investment firm they worked with didn’t give the level of customer service they wanted, and that’s why they decided to move their business.”
He removed his glasses, setting them carefully on the table, and her stomach tangled into tighter knots at the better view of his face. His looks were why their female clients practically swooned at the sound of his voice and heaped hair-twirling, eyelash-batting adoration on him. Sherry had come close to doing the same on many occasions. She wished he didn’t have such a nice mouth, with lips that were not too full or too thin, and hazel eyes whose light color was an attractive contrast to his dark hair and swarthy features.
Alex continued. “We want to show them why we’re one of the fastest-growing investment firms in the country and make sure they understand we’ll take good care of their personnel.”
“That’s a lot of meetings, which will take a lot of time,” Sherry said.
Alex nodded. “That’s why I’ve decided to have you work with me on this project. I want to make sure they’re happy. Normally we’d do a simple rollover, but this time we’re giving them the full treatment—analyzing each employee’s current portfolio, conducting risk sensitivity, and recommending investment products.”
“Why am I included on this project?” Sherry asked.
That was not a self-deprecating question. Alex was not only an owner, he managed some of the highest-performing portfolios in the company. He didn’t need her. He could just as easily ask one of the admins to assist him.
“Because ever since you joined the staff two years ago, you’ve received the top customer service scores in the company,” he replied. “With the two of us working together, I expect the transition to be a breeze.”
Now she understood. Sherry considered customer service to be her strength. In an industry where seventy-five percent of the financial advisors were men, she differentiated herself by taking extra time to listen to her clients and establishing a rapport with them that put them at ease. She did her best work with the older crowd—seniors, widows—who could get confused by the unfamiliar terminology and overwhelmed by the figures and calculations. They were cautious and trusted her to take care of them, and she took great pride in doing so.
That Alex trusted her enough to pull her into the Ovation Printing Company project was huge. Unfortunately, that meant she’d be stuck working closely with him. A man whose very presence spiked her blood pressure and made her heart race out of control. This should be interesting.
“When do we start?” she asked.
“Monday. We’ll meet in the small conference room at nine o’clock to review the transfer of information. We’ll decide then how to divvy up the work, that kind of thing. Gina will be helping us with some of the paperwork. Any questions?”
“I can’t think of any. But I’m sure I’ll think of something later.” Sherry gave a slight laugh.
He smiled, but hardly. When she first arrived, he used to smile more and had been more relaxed. Nowadays, he seemed more driven and less animated. He still smiled and was friendly, but the spark was gone.
“If you do end up thinking of a question later, feel free to reach out to me.”
“I will.”
“All right, that’s it.”
Sherry stood and gathered her belongings again and h
eaded toward the door.
“And Sherry?” Alex called out to her.
Halfway across the room, Sherry turned to face him.
He rose from the chair to his imposing height, at least five or six inches taller than her. “I’ll have Gina send over the rest of the details sometime this afternoon so you can review them before we get together on Monday.”
“Oh.” Sherry glanced at her watch. “I’m leaving work in a couple of hours to get ready for a full weekend. I have…big plans and, well, you don’t want to hear about that…” Flustered at the intent way he’d started looking at her, she let the words trail off.
“Big plans? A…date?”
“Um, yes, actually.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly, and an odd silence overtook the room. “New boyfriend?”
“Um, yes.” His questioning made her uncomfortable and oddly, aroused at the same time.
He picked up his glasses but didn’t put them on. He stared at them in his hands. “He’s taking you to dinner, I suppose?”
“Yes. Dinner at my favorite restaurant and then a picnic on Saturday.”
Alex put on his glasses. She couldn’t read his expression, but his jaw had firmed and his eyes—they glinted with unexpressed emotion as the tension increased between them.
This wasn’t the first time there’d been tension between them. It appeared from time to time. In Sherry’s mind, it was from an unacknowledged attraction. Alex never touched her or made inappropriate remarks, but there were times when he looked at her in a certain way that made her wonder—did he feel it too? That surge of heat and longing that tormented her in his presence. Two years ago, within minutes of meeting and going through the interview process, that tension raised its ugly head, inexplicable and very present, like a shadowy specter between them.
“It’s been what, a year since the last guy, hasn’t it?”
Sherry blinked. “Yes, it has been,” she replied, embarrassed and surprised he knew anything about the breakup from her cheating ex a little over a year ago.
How could he possibly know any detail about her love life? She didn’t know anything about his, nor did anyone else on the staff, from what she could tell. No ring, so he was unmarried, and Sherry was close with his admin, Gina. She’d never divulged details about him sending flowers or other gifts to girlfriends. If he did, he took care of those tasks himself. There wasn’t even a whisper of a woman in his life.
“Have fun,” Alex said, though he didn’t sound or look like he meant it. His face remained expressionless.
“Thank you. I will.” Sherry turned around and hurried from the room.
Alex watched Sherry from his office window as she left for the day. She glided down the cement steps in front of the building, turned left, and disappeared from view.
So, she had a new man. He was surprised it had taken so long. She was an attractive woman, with sensual brown eyes and a broad, slightly upturned nose. Her skin was a lovely shade of light brown and always glowed like she’d recently come in out of the sun.
He’d known from the beginning that she’d experienced the same tug of attraction he did, but he’d feigned indifference as best he could, transforming into a stoic statue every time she came near. Pretending that her close proximity didn’t unnerve him, or that the scent of her perfume didn’t release a primal need to grab and claim her.
The pencil in his hand snapped, and Alex looked down at the two pieces. Sighing, he tossed them into the trash can beside his desk and took a seat in his executive chair. He removed his glasses and pinched his nose.
What had he been thinking? Common sense dictated that he steer clear of her, but he was clearly a masochist, because he’d assigned her to work on this project with him. Working with her was a bad idea. He wanted her too much, and nothing should happen between them.
So what if his loins ached every time her round hips wiggled by him in one of those hip-hugging pencil skirts? So what if he’d fantasized dozens of times about all the ways he could fuck her?
Alex groaned and stroked his semi-erect penis through his pants. He’d never before been tempted to sleep with an employee, but Sherry Westbrook tested his resolve every weekday from eight in the morning to five in the evening.
“Forget her,” he muttered.
There were valid reasons why they couldn’t cross the line, the most obvious being that she worked for him. Now she was seeing someone else, and frustration at his inability to act tensed his shoulders and made him want to punch the wall.
But what could he do?
Not a damn thing.
2
“Honey, please be careful. There are all kinds of crazies out there and you don’t know anything about this man.”
Sherry rolled her eyes, listening to her mother’s voice through the speakerphone as she prepared for her date. Excitement thrummed in her veins in anticipation of the night ahead, despite the conversation.
As usual, both of her parents were on the phone at the same time, being their usual protective selves. She spoke to them several times a week. Her mother tended to dominate the conversations, while her father went along with her shenanigans.
Leaning toward the mirror above the pedestal sink in her small bathroom, Sherry applied an extra layer of mascara to her left eye. “Mom, Dad, relax. I’m meeting him in a public place. What could possibly happen?”
She might have told a little lie to Alex. Stan wasn’t her boyfriend, but she considered him a possibility. She’d met him online, but she’d done her due diligence. She had agreed to meet him at the restaurant instead of having him pick her up at her place, not to mention they’d talked numerous times over the past few months since he sent the first message to her inbox on Match.com. They graduated from the dating service’s inbox, to exchanging emails, to exchanging phone numbers. He was funny, though a bit corny at times, but if he looked anything like his online photos, he was quite handsome.
Her mother sighed heavily. “I just want you to be careful, honey. Your last relationship ended when he broke your heart, but this man could be a serial killer.”
Sherry shook her head and refused to respond to such an outrageous comment. She smoothed her hands over the knee-length black dress she wore. Sleeveless but fitted with an A-line skirt, the outfit made her look sexy without appearing as if she was trying too hard.
“Your mother’s right. You have to be careful.” Her father’s voice filled the room. “Some of those men out there aren’t good men. They’re only looking for one thing, and you’re better than that.”
Sherry almost laughed. Her parents would have a stroke if they knew she was only looking for one thing too. She’d only been with two men in her life, and after talking to Stan for the past few months, she had gotten worked up with the anticipation of adding a third. While none of the conversations had delved too deeply into sex talk, they had played around with sexual innuendo and teasing banter that had re-sparked her libido.
She was definitely ready to do the nasty tonight. Since the breakup with her boyfriend, she’d almost sworn off men before realizing it was ridiculous to give up on them completely. She was only twenty-eight years old. A broken heart didn’t last forever, and she did not want to give her ex the satisfaction of destroying her faith in love and romance.
She did realize, however, she hadn’t been ready to start dating right after her relationship ended. So she took a break to concentrate on herself and work and spend time with her girlfriends. The break had paid off. She now felt emotionally ready to dive back into the dating pool, especially after several of her friends had found love in the past year.
“For a man, you have a very low opinion of men.” Sherry checked to make sure there was no lipstick on her teeth.
“It’s because I’m a man that I know,” her father said.
“Duly noted, Dad. You guys, this conversation is going to have to come to an end.” Sherry picked up her phone from atop the commode tank and turned out the light in the bathroom. The car
pet in the bedroom muffled the sounds of her shoes as she walked to the bed and picked up her red clutch, which matched her red shoes. “I’m on my way to the restaurant.”
“Call tomorrow and let us know how your date went,” her mother said.
“Okay, Mom. I promise.”
No point in arguing with them. Besides, Sherry knew she was lucky to have such loving parents. She was their only child, after they became pregnant late in life and were not able to get pregnant again. A miracle baby, they’d called her. Born so late that she fielded awkward conversations in high school when friends thought her parents were her grandparents.
She was not only loved, they would do anything for her. They paid for her education, and after she finished school and accepted a job in Atlanta, they took the journey with her, traveling over four hundred miles to help her get settled before returning to Kentucky.
She still remembered the trip to Walmart to buy supplies for her new apartment. And her parents had paid the first two months’ rent and the deposit so she wouldn’t have to worry about those expenses straining her bank account before she received a paycheck.
“Love you, honey,” her mother said.
“Love you, too,” her father interjected.
“Love you, guys. And don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.”
The conversation ended, and Sherry sprayed perfume on the insides of her wrists and either side of her neck. If she were lucky tonight, she would not only be embarking on a brand-new relationship, she would get laid, too.
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