She's falling...but will he catch her? Find out in the newest standalone in the London Billionaire series by Nana Malone!
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SNEAK PEEK
His full lips tipped into a lopsided smirk. "Who is it you're waiting for?"
Sophie frowned. "Excuse me?"
The smile only deepened as he crossed his arms and leaned against the railing. "My guess is a boyfriend. He's late, is he?"
Sophie shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't even—"
But Nathan wasn't listening. "I mean, if you were my girl … " His gaze slid over her body, and it felt like lightning caressed her synapses. " … I would be early, every single time." He leaned forward and lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "Except in bed, of course. There, I'd take my time. Make sure you got there first, twice, probably three times. I'd like you to enjoy yourself."
Panties down. Panties down! Sophie couldn't move. She knew she should move. Knew that what he was saying to her was dirty. And, well, hot. And oh so inappropriate. But still, she didn't move. She couldn't move. Her feet were rooted, bolted to the cement beneath her. "I—I don't know what you—"
"You don't know what I mean? I'm talking about in bed. You're busy staring at the door; I already saw you earlier, busy looking for someone to show up. And honestly, he's an idiot if he has left you here on your own. Someone like me might come up and sweep you into my bed."
She blinked, hoping that the small action would give her brain a second to catch up. He was flirting. Well, forget flirting; he was downright forward. And inappropriate and there was a part of her that liked it, even though she shouldn't. "You can't say that to me." Why was her voice husky and whisper hot?
He shrugged. "Why not?"
"You don't even know me. And it's kind of rude."
He grinned and Sophie swore to God she almost dropped her knickers. "It's not rude if you like it. And given by the flush in your cheeks, and the way your pupils have dilated, I think you do like it. Does Mr. Late and Stupid talk to you like this?"
No, Christopher never spoke to her like this. But that was beside the point. "Is my boyfriend rude and forward? No, he's not."
"No, he's just late.
“To me, that classifies as rude. He's also clearly stupid, if he would leave someone like you waiting.” He leaned closer. “What do you say? Why don't you chuck him over? I'm here. I can be your boyfriend for the night."
For the night. Her boyfriend.
It wasn't her fault. It was her brain. Traitorous eyes offered images of Nathan doing dirty things to her with his mouth and his hands. Those long, sculpted fingers looked sure. As if they were practiced, skilled. It wasn't cheating if she thought about it. That was just imagination.
Sophie frowned. "Excuse me?"
The smile only deepened as he crossed his arms and leaned against the railing. "My guess is a boyfriend. He's late, is he?"
Sophie shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't even—"
But Nathan wasn't listening. "I mean, if you were my girl … " His gaze slid over her body, and it felt like lightning caressed her synapses. " … I would be early, every single time." He leaned forward and lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "Except in bed, of course. There, I'd take my time. Make sure you got there first, twice, probably three times. I'd like you to enjoy yourself."
Panties down. Panties down! Sophie couldn't move. She knew she should move. Knew that what he was saying to her was dirty. And, well, hot. And oh so inappropriate. But still, she didn't move. She couldn't move. Her feet were rooted, bolted to the cement beneath her. "I—I don't know what you—"
"You don't know what I mean? I'm talking about in bed. You're busy staring at the door; I already saw you earlier, busy looking for someone to show up. And honestly, he's an idiot if he has left you here on your own. Someone like me might come up and sweep you into my bed."
She blinked, hoping that the small action would give her brain a second to catch up. He was flirting. Well, forget flirting; he was downright forward. And inappropriate and there was a part of her that liked it, even though she shouldn't. "You can't say that to me." Why was her voice husky and whisper hot?
He shrugged. "Why not?"
"You don't even know me. And it's kind of rude."
He grinned and Sophie swore to God she almost dropped her knickers. "It's not rude if you like it. And given by the flush in your cheeks, and the way your pupils have dilated, I think you do like it. Does Mr. Late and Stupid talk to you like this?"
No, Christopher never spoke to her like this. But that was beside the point. "Is my boyfriend rude and forward? No, he's not."
"No, he's just late.
“To me, that classifies as rude. He's also clearly stupid, if he would leave someone like you waiting.” He leaned closer. “What do you say? Why don't you chuck him over? I'm here. I can be your boyfriend for the night."
For the night. Her boyfriend.
It wasn't her fault. It was her brain. Traitorous eyes offered images of Nathan doing dirty things to her with his mouth and his hands. Those long, sculpted fingers looked sure. As if they were practiced, skilled. It wasn't cheating if she thought about it. That was just imagination.
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MORE ABOUT MR. DIRTY
I have a dirty mouth. That’s the truth. Women love it. And I have no plans on changing. Why would I?
I like my life. The women, the partying, the fun.
Until I meet my new neighbour.
She’s messing with my good thing. She’s annoying, and persistent, and a pain in the…well you get the idea. She’s also gorgeous, and smart…and completely immune to me.
And now she needs my help with a little Ex payback and I’m more than happy to lend my expertise. Now all I have to do is keep from falling for her in the process. How hard can that be?
I have a dirty mouth. That’s the truth. Women love it. And I have no plans on changing. Why would I?
I like my life. The women, the partying, the fun.
Until I meet my new neighbour.
She’s messing with my good thing. She’s annoying, and persistent, and a pain in the…well you get the idea. She’s also gorgeous, and smart…and completely immune to me.
And now she needs my help with a little Ex payback and I’m more than happy to lend my expertise. Now all I have to do is keep from falling for her in the process. How hard can that be?
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Nana's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin. It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. Though, until that ninja job comes through, you'll find her acting out scenes for hubby, baby and puppy while catching up on her favorite reality television shows in sunny San Diego.
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Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. Though, until that ninja job comes through, you'll find her acting out scenes for hubby, baby and puppy while catching up on her favorite reality television shows in sunny San Diego.
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