He dropped a quick peck to my forehead and I watched as he sprinted across the parking lot to his Mercedes. We exchanged a brief wave as he zoomed out of the lot. Clutching the folder closer to my chest, I headed towards my own car, a much less prestigious Saab. I was startled to see Nick Hart leaning against the driver’s side door of my car. When he saw me approach, he turned on his megawatt smile, complete with the panty dropping dimples. I felt my stomach tighten tightly from that single look.
This was not good. Not good at all.
"Mr. Hart? Is there something I can do for you?" I asked nervously, my voice coming out in an uneasy squeak.
"Call me Nick, please. I see you're taking the job." His sunglass covered eyes lowered to the folder in my hands. "I'm glad. I felt like we got off on the wrong foot. I insulted you in there and that's not what I meant to do."
"Mr., I mean Nick, you were fine. I overreacted. Sam Stricker was a great guy, but working for him was a nightmare in more ways than one," I replied quietly. That was the understatement of the century. As his personal assistant, I was nothing more than a glorified babysitter. I'd had to deal with his almost daily drug and alcohol fueled temper tantrums, clearing the house of groupies and hookers all while trying to keep him on track to do his public appearances.
"If the rumors are true, I think you're being much too kind to him." Nick flashed me another one of his boyish smiles. He rubbed the toe of his Doc Marten against the concrete. I had the sudden urge to see his mysterious eyes that were hidden by the dark tint of his sunglasses. "Hollywood is a small town, Ms. Wood. Everybody has a secret and everybody talks."
He gracefully pushed off the side of my car and stepped closer to me. I could smell the scent of his cologne, musky and spicy. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a business card, extending it to me with long, elegant fingers.
Guitar playing fingers, I mused to myself as I plucked the card from his hand. I read the card twice in confusion.
"Thompson BMW?" My eyes shot up to his face after reading the card. Why was he giving me the business card to a car dealership?
"Your car is nice, but you need something better. Tell Michael Thompson that Nick Hart sent you," Nick said, knocking on the trunk with his hand. "I'll call and set everything up."
I could feel self-righteous indignation rising inside of me and my cheeks grew hot. "I can't..." I began.
"You can and you will. Consider it a signing bonus. Is that better?" Nick asked. He lowered his sunglasses and his brown eyes were imploring. "Humor me, Ms. Wood. I like to take care of my people. Let me."
He was going to be a hard one to say no to. In the brief 15 minutes I'd known him, I'd already accepted an extravagant salary and now a car. His cool persistence made me worry about my own self-control.
"Alright, alright! And call me Savannah." I couldn't help but smile at his puppy dog eyes.
"Much better. You have a car to pick out and I'll see you tomorrow morning, Savannah. It was nice to actually meet you today." Nick winked and readjusted his sunglasses, running his hand through his short black hair. It glistened in the sun like the feathers of a raven's wing. I wanted to wind my fingers through his soft hair, caress the sharp chisel of his jaw.
Damn it, Savannah. I needed to get myself together. This was my boss, not a potential hook up.
Without another word, he turned and sauntered away. His broad shoulders filled out the snug t-shirt and his tight jeans clung to his long legs as he walked. He stopped beside of a sleek black Ferrari. Our gaze met across the parking lot and he offered me another one of his killer smiles before disappearing inside, gunning the engine and speeding out of the lot.
I realized two things. My life had just gotten very surreal and it was going to be nearly impossible to resist Nick Hart.
About The Author
Alexandra Anthony lives in the Midwest. She enjoys a steamy romance, a happy ending and isn’t afraid of things that go bump in the night.
She is the author of two paranormal, erotic series: The Dark Hart Chronicles and The Vampire Destiny Series.
The Vampire Destiny Series
Fated (The Vampire Destiny Series Book 1)
Illusion (The Vampire Destiny Series Book 2)
Awakening (The Vampire Destiny Series Book 3)
Ascend (The Vampire Destiny Series Book 4)
The Dark Hart Chronicles
Tempted: The Dark Hart Chronicles Book 1
To find out more, visit www.alexandra-anthony.com.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Prologue
Chapter 1 - I Was Dying To Get To You
Chapter 2 - Bloodlust
Chapter 3 - Learning Curve
Chapter 4 - Line in the Sand
Chapter 5 - To Have and to Hold
Chapter 6 - Keeping Secrets on My Pillow
Chapter 7 - Black
Chapter 8 - Welcome to the Family
Chapter 9 - Some Unholy War
Translations
Sample from Tempted: -The Dark Hart Chronicles Book 1
About The Author
Ascend (The Vampire Destiny Series Book #4) Page 19
