by Candis Terry
Her bare, tan, smooth, shapely legs.
The black high-heeled ankle strap sandals she wore bordered on dominatrix and that intrigued the hell out of him. Not that he was into the whole Christian Grey red room thing, but he sure as hell wouldn’t mind seeing Brooke in a little black lace and leather.
When she opened the file folder she’d placed on the table, he noticed the length of her fingers and the pale pink polish on her nails. A white-gold band graced the ring finger on her right hand and a silver bracelet with a charm that said Fearless encircled her left wrist.
What made her fearless? Extreme sports? Overcoming anxieties? Taking risks?
And why was he wondering these things now?
He had plenty of other things to think about. Like the fact that he had clients sitting at his conference table. Or that his parents had been killed barely three months ago and he and his brothers were struggling to keep the family vineyards afloat. Yet here he was, eyeing his assistant like she was a five-star meal he couldn’t wait to devour.
Damn his twin.
This was all Jordan’s fault.
For four years Declan had kept his mind to business and his hands to himself. Aside from knowing he’d be lost without Brooke, he knew virtually nothing personal about her. He didn’t know what she did in her spare time. He didn’t know if she was vegetarian or if she liked her steaks rare. He didn’t know where she’d been born or what kind of upbringing she had. He didn’t know if she lived in a rental house or one she owned. He didn’t know if she lived alone, had a roommate, or lived with a boyfriend. Hell, he didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend.
For four years he’d kept everything on a strictly business level. Now all he could think about was how much he’d like to caress Brooke’s shapely curves in a very non-businesslike manner.
“Would you like me to record the meeting?”
Caught daydreaming, Dec’s head snapped up. “What?”
Her lips tipped in a saucy smile. Okay, maybe it was just a regular smile. But for what he’d just been imagining, saucy fit the scenario better.
“I asked if you’d like me to record the meeting.”
“Gentlemen?” He glanced at the two men at the table. “It’s your choice.”
“Josh can take notes,” the father said.
“I’ll be happy to do that for you,” Brooke said. “That way you can focus on the discussion.”
“Then let’s get down to business, shall we?” At that moment, Dec made the mistake of looking at his assistant again. While she reached for her laptop, her breasts pushed together just above the buttons of her shirt. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips. And for the first time in his career, he couldn’t give a shit about anything other than how badly he wanted a taste of her.
Damn.
As soon as he got back to the vineyards, he was going to beat the shit out of his brother–one punch for each insane thought he’d planted in Dec’s head.
About the Author
CANDIS TERRY was born and raised near the sunny beaches of Southern California and now makes her home on an Idaho farm. She’s experienced life in such diverse ways as working in a Hollywood recording studio to chasing down wayward steers. Only one thing has remained the same: her passion for writing stories about relationships, the push and pull in the search for love, and the security one finds in their own happily-ever-after.
Please visit her on the web at www.candisterry.com and connect with her on both Facebook and Twitter.
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By Candis Terry
A BETTER MAN
TRULY SWEET
SWEET SURPRISE
SOMETHING SWEETER
SWEETEST MISTAKE
ANYTHING BUT SWEET
SOMEBODY LIKE YOU
ANY GIVEN CHRISTMAS
SECOND CHANCE AT THE SUGAR SHACK
Short Stories
SWEET COWBOY CHRISTMAS
SWEET FORTUNE (appears in CONFESSIONS OF A SECRET ADMIRER)
HOME SWEET HOME (appears in FOR LOVE AND HONOR and CRAZY SWEET FINE)
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Excerpt from Perfect for You copyright © 2017 by Candis Terry.
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Print Edition ISBN: 9780062351173
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