Series: Trophy Husbands #1
On a Wednesday afternoon, I ask Trevor Bentley
to marry me. He might be the most arrogant, obnoxious man I know, but I need
him to be my husband for a year.
part-time. Yes, I have to live with him. And, okay, I also have to share his
bed. And, sure, he’s the sexiest and most exciting thing to ever happen to my
controlled, organized life.
I’m not going to give him my heart. I know what I’m doing, and I’m too smart to
fall for my husband.
warm and relaxed when I finally get out of the bathtub. I usually don’t walk
around the apartment unless I’m covered up, but since Trevor isn’t here I just
wrap a towel around me. My hair is piled up messily on my head, and I’m
carrying my bath salts and soap.
bathroom door and nearly run smack into Trevor.
little squeal and immediately look to make sure my towel is in place. “I didn’t
know you were home.”
that.” He’s looking very sexy in that end-of-the-day way he has. Five-o’clock
shadow. Slightly loosened tie and collar. Half-lowered eyelids.
man is hot.
smell you as soon as I walked in the door,” he adds, the slightly rough words
doing nothing for my flustered state of mind.
smelled me?” I’m thinking all kinds of things at the moment, and none of them
are suitable to share with the man in front of me.
over, and I swallow over a quick intake of breath. I think he’s going to touch
me. I want him to touch me.
my bath salts instead. “This stuff you put in your bath. I smelled it as soon
as I walked in, so I knew you were in the bath.”
perfectly logical. And kind of a disappointment.
moves from the bath salts, and his fingertips slowly trail up my towel to the
bare skin at my collarbone. It’s barely a touch, but it makes my skin flush and
a pulsing begin between my legs.
you think?” he asks, his voice a little thicker than normal.
think about what?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. My brain isn’t
exactly functioning at the moment.
you think I smelled?”
like he sees.
like he sees all of me.
at his plum-colored tie because it’s safer than meeting his eyes right now. I
don’t want him to know how I’m feeling, how his touch, his presence is
planning to move out of the doorway? I need to use the bathroom.”
like a load of bricks on my breathlessness. I’m able to meet his gaze now with
a cool expression as I step out of the doorway.
way out of the room when he says, “We can return to this particular
conversation a little later in bed if you want.”
knows exactly what I was feeling just now.
I’m not feeling it anymore.
head and see him smirking at me, as if he thinks he’s already won.
sure. The problem is that any kind of conversation with you involves your
infuriating personality, and that just doesn’t work for me.”
wrong. And I thought you had to go to the bathroom.”
We’ll resume this conversation at a later date.”
handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was
twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different
states and currently resides in Virginia, where she reads any book she can get
her hands on and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel.
travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her
life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus
on writing contemporary romances.