Emma was never going to see Josh again. That was the plan. She’d used her talent for disguises and her feminine wiles to gain access to his bedroom, stolen back her family’s heirloom watch, and left him with a full bottle of champagne and an empty bed.
That was supposed to be the end of it. But when Josh hires Picture Perfect for another event, she comes face-to-face with the gorgeous Hollywood producer again. With the memory of his scorching kisses still fresh on her lips, Emma has to do her job and protect her secret from Josh’s determined investigations. He’s intent on tracking down the sexy mystery woman who robbed him. What will he do if he finds out she’s been right under his nose this whole time?
The sparks fly in this second installment of ‘Twisted Arrangement’, a contemporary romance full of crazy schemes, geek humor, and just the right amount of spice!
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
This story unfolds over 4 volumes approximately 30,000 words each.
He grinned, taking her hand and giving it a squeeze. “I know. I’m just amazed at what you managed to do in so short a time, that’s all. You might be better at ferreting out information than Ben!”
“Oh?” She drew her hand quickly out of his grasp and began fiddling with her seatbelt. “Didn’t he have any luck with his trip to... was it New York?” Her voice was still a little wobbly. Josh felt bad. He’d clearly spooked her a bit with his panicking. He smiled, hoping it looked reassuring. Ben’s trip had actually been an almost total bust, aggravatingly enough, but he tried to keep that from his face.
“Not as much as I would have hoped. But that’s alright, he’s bringing in the big gun now. Maybe I should put you on the case, once this EMF thing is over with. If he hasn’t gotten it figured by then, of course.” He was joking, but her answering ‘heh heh’ was weak. She was struggling with the seatbelt, which had become trapped beneath the seat’s headrest. “Here, let me.”
Josh reached across her just as she twisted in his direction to attempt to untangle the belt with her left hand. They both froze as their equally sudden movements brought them face-to-face. He could feel the hard points of her nipples brushing against his chest with each of her shallow inhalations. Their eyes locked. Josh saw heat in her green gaze, and surprise, perhaps a little fear.
His hand, which had remained suspended near her ear when he’d stilled, moved to cup her cheek. She’d been cautious and quiet from the moment he’d met her, bar those momentary glimpses of levity and sass, but she’d never been scared of him before. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. Not ever. He stroked along her cheekbone with his thumb, amazed at the velvet smoothness of her skin. He could smell her. Beneath the scent of fresh rain was the light fragrance of lavender and chamomile.
Emma’s lashes fluttered. Her warm, sweet breath puffed out, brushing over his lips. His gaze fell to her mouth as her tongue darted out to wet her plump lower lip. Desire slammed into his chest like a fist. Josh groaned, dipping his head, intent on her mouth. Just a millimeter more and he’d be tasting that pillowy curve.