Playboy Donovan Fontana is an expert at skirting the law--and bedding beautiful women. But the game gets ugly when a false charge of assault threatens to put him behind bars...unless he can get the only potential witness, his boss's maid Challie Baderleen, on his side. Not a problem. The girl's got one hell of a body and soul-stealing eyes that make him hot and hard. He's ready to give her the ultimate experience in sexual satisfaction...and more.
Challie's made a lot of tough choices in her young life and saying yes to Donovan isn't easy. But lying naked in his arms is fierce joy. She's never, ever felt this way, never had it so good. And she's never trusted a man enough to get this close...for a reason. As the hours they have together grow shorter, sensual passion consumes them--and something like love could tear them apart.
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"Marriage?" Donnie shouted. What the devil would he do with a damn wife? In his
current state of sexual affairs, a wife would be nothing but a frigging hindrance.
"Fontana, listen, goddamn it." Paul Tedesco settled his elbow on the desk, propped his cheek
against his fist. "Spouses can't be forced to testify against significant others. You need to think
about the issues. Think about the future. Survival. A number of people saw you with Susannah,
and Challie saw you upstairs together."
Fists clenched at his sides, Donnie said, "I don't give a damn what the maid saw. I didn't beat the
hell out of Suze." No way could anybody claim he'd hurt Pearson. Any woman. And, why had
every time he'd heard the maid's name or he'd caught sight of her, his dick jerked? "Suze was fine
when I left her. Angry, but fine."
He marched over to the window and stared through the sheer curtains, then snatched a length of
fabric back. Across the expansive courtyard, Paul's Silver Cloud was parked along the circular
driveway. The driver/bodyguard, a humongous Samoan dude named Tupa, polished smudges off
the Rolls Royce. Bright sunrays enhanced July's blue skies, but thunderheads rolled in from the
southwest. Dark. Ominous. Threatening as this damn situation.
Donnie spun around as the curtains fell back into place. "This is bullshit."
"Look," Paul said, holding his hands up. "Calm down. We'll get to the bottom of it. Soon, I hope.
The police want to interview everyone who attended the party last night. I've got a list to turn over
soon. Meanwhile, you have to keep Challie from testifying if things escalate to a trial."
Earlier this morning, the new maid had found Susannah. What idiot would attack a woman? The
only thing Donnie attacked on the female species was the hot snatch between her legs.
"I don't have anything to hide." Damn it, why wasn't Paul listening or understanding? Abuse was
not Donnie's game. He'd never laid a hand on a woman. Well, not maliciously. Maybe a good swat
or two when she misbehaved. Or to get her undivided attention. All in fun and foreplay.
"Okay, okay," Paul said flatly. "The problem is Challie can point the finger at you,
make your life miserable. Unlivable. If she tells the cops about the argument, you're in for some
real problems. Mayhem I don't need."
"Exactly, an argument. Suze was pissed because she caught me with Ellie Brewsters. But I didn't
fuck Brewsters, Paul," he said before his boss spit out his next belittling words. "Too many
buddies are talking about her. She just has a mouth that--" Obviously he'd said the wrong shit
again.
Paul's eyes narrowed. "Is sex all you ever think about? Jesus Christ." He was married, had two
kids and an imaginary white picket fence surrounding this huge mansion. Living ideally in loving
matrimony.
Donnie's two-bedroom condo was pretty damn sharp, but it was no comparison to Paul's
modern-day castle. Pool, spa, pricey artwork...a library that gave Phoenix-metro area's bookstores
a run for their money. Donnie would give anything to live high and mighty on unlimited
resources.
"Your dick's gonna get you into a lot of trouble one day...correction...it already has. Where did
you go after leaving here?"
"I didn't take off right away. Um." Paul was sure to jump pissed.
"I don't think I want to hear this." Perceptive, he gazed back, his dark eyes filled with annoyance.
"As long as you keep your damn hands off my wife."
"I'd never touch Tina." He'd thought about it a few times. She flaunted dangerous swaying hips.
Silky blond hair, one tiny dimple piercing her left cheek, vivid blue eyes, she was hot, boasting a
honkin' set of knockers. Sure as shit, her sexpot was...
Hostility gathered in Paul's dark eyes. He snapped the chair forward with a loud bang, as if he'd
seen the burning lust in Donnie's gaze. "Picture this. Your balls stuffed, lacquered and rolling
across my pool table before you get the chance to apologize."
Smarter than the average guy, Donnie's growing erection deflated. Clearly, Paul Tedesco had ways
to control people. "I'm cool. No way would I mess with your old lady."
"Good damn thing. Saves your gonads for now." He leaned back again, rocking. "Did any guests
see you to the door, wave goodbye as you left?"
He shook his head. "I took the back stairs, went out the gate. Vanessa's old man was coming up
the main staircase."
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