Ringing in Love (2014)
“A few minutes later, the door opened, and there he was, Mister Sex on Legs himself, grinning and holding out his hand as if he were welcoming her to his personal elevator. Okay, he owned the building, so in a way it was his personal elevator.
And what was with his clothes? He was wearing a navy blazer with tan pants and a white shirt with no tie. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, and the merest hint of dark chest hair peeked out. It was the most informal she’d ever seen him during t...he workweek. What was he up to? And why was she even noticing his chest hair?
“Ready for lunch, Ms. Bennett?” he asked.
Ignoring his hand, she walked to the opposite corner of the elevator then scolded herself mentally. The man didn’t have to be avoided as though he were nuclear waste. Although, come to think of it, he might be as dangerous.
“As long as there are no roses involved, I guess I’m ready. I think I’m off that particular flower for a year or ten.”
“I’ll make a note to remind myself to send something else the next time.”MoreLess
And what was with his clothes? He was wearing a navy blazer with tan pants and a white shirt with no tie. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, and the merest hint of dark chest hair peeked out. It was the most informal she’d ever seen him during t...he workweek. What was he up to? And why was she even noticing his chest hair?
“Ready for lunch, Ms. Bennett?” he asked.
Ignoring his hand, she walked to the opposite corner of the elevator then scolded herself mentally. The man didn’t have to be avoided as though he were nuclear waste. Although, come to think of it, he might be as dangerous.
“As long as there are no roses involved, I guess I’m ready. I think I’m off that particular flower for a year or ten.”
“I’ll make a note to remind myself to send something else the next time.”MoreLess
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