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City of Dreams Series
Dead-end job? Dreary apartment? Disastrous love life? Check, check, and check. Toddler who makes it all worthwhile? Absolutely. Juggling work, college, and the care of young Alex was never Sabrina's plan.
But Sabrina's dreams are bigger than any curve ball life can throw at her. Her top priority is keeping her small family together, no matter what the cost.
Vladimir Grigory doesn't believe in dreams. He earned his position at the top of New York's corporate ladder with his own sweat. His empire is his baby, and he'll destroy anyone who threatens it. Even the sexy employee who challenges him on every level. When the New York tabloids and the world call him the baby daddy of Sabrina's son, Vlad believes Sabrina is part of a plot to expose the secrets of his past. He threatens to destroy her future. But since Sabrina has secrets of her own, she has no choice but to agree to Vlad's marriage ultimatum.
Page Count: 236
Word Count: 60680
Lust at First Sight
She cursed like a sailor.
But that wasn’t the first thing he noticed.
The first thing he saw was her skirt. Tight, black, and barely there, it sheathed such knockout curves that he stopped cold on his way past the break room.
She was ransacking the fridge, upending cans and bottles onto the counter, throwing down swear words right along with the Cokes and Pepsis.
Those curses had been practically the first English words he’d spoken. He’d learned the meanings of those cuss words long after he’d learned how to say them. That’s what happened when you lived on a tanker ship as an eight year old, looked like you were twelve, and tried to act like you were at least sixteen.
Jetlag forgotten, he leaned against the doorjamb to watch the show. He chuckled as one particularly nasty anatomically impossible series of words tumbled out.
She twisted round at the sound and hurled a can straight at him.
All instinct, he raised a muscled forearm fast and palmed the soda before it could make contact with his head.
He inclined his head, suppressing a smile. “Good arm.”
Casually, he set the offending can down on the counter and resumed his stance at the door, waiting to see what the livewire would do next.
“What’re you doing creeping up on me like that? Who are you?” Her gaze narrowed in on him even as she took a step back.
He stared right back, sinking into eyes so mercurially gray then green, then gray again. It was like he’d fallen into the turbulent depths of the Atlantic. With her wild eyes, untamed hair, and skintight clothes, she was a mermaid and absolutely the answer to this sailor’s prayers.
She shoved an unruly swath of hair back over her shoulder, all attitude. One hand was on her hip and the other fiddled with the hem of her sweater. His gaze tracked her every move.
Her chin angled up. “Seen enough? You know what they say: Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Her voice had a smoky edge—the kind that made him think of too much vodka and all-night sex.
He loosed a chuckle again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been challenged on any level by a female. One thing was certain: he’d never been amused and aroused at the same time. And no, he had definitely not seen enough. He took in the ripped tights on legs that went into next week.
She gave him back the same bold look, her attention eventually settling on his lips.
They stood like that for a long heartbeat until, still holding his gaze, she swayed toward him just as he leaned forward to grasp her wrists.
He stroked his thumbs over the pulses there and smiled when he discovered that her blood raced as recklessly as his. And then, they were toe to toe and he was falling deep into those stormy eyes.
This close, her scent washed over him, a combination of something flowery and, was that baby powder? Whatever it was, it tugged him in, closer, until he held her right at the notch beneath his shoulder, above his heart.
He lowered his head to those lush lips and…
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