Will a secret child stand in the way of business? Find out in this Sin City Secrets novel by Zuri Day.
Is she willing to risk it all for one more night with the boss?
Thanks to a year-long hiatus, interior designer Samantha Price is desperate for a new project. But the only client she can land is Nick Breedlove, a former one-night stand who’s dominated her fantasies ever since! The real estate billionaire agrees their partnership is strictly professional—even as his flirting promises more. If Sam gives in to their passion…will Nick learn the truth about their baby son?
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“While in Africa, I lived in a rather insular world.”
“Since word on the street is you married a prince, a
luxurious one, no doubt.”
“Yes.”
A physical wall couldn’t have made Sam’s intentions
clearer. Whatever had happened while abroad, she didn’t want to talk about it.
But Nick couldn’t resist.
“Yet you’re back here and working. What does your husband
think about that?”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re no longer together.”
“Separated?”
“Divorced.”
The tone beneath that one word closed the door on the
subject of Sam’s personal life better than King Tut’s sealed tomb. It only made
Nick even more curious, about both her failed marriage and her current love
life. Now was obviously not the time to talk about it, but one day… Patience
was not a virtue Nick knew well, but one he could employ when necessary. Now
was definitely one of those times.
His body language remained relaxed but he adopted a
businesslike tone. “Whatever brings you back to Las Vegas, your timing couldn’t
be better. I need the best and fastest-working designer that money can buy.
Before running off to become an African princess, that was you.”
A grin accompanied Sam’s twinkling eyes. “I’d like to
think it still is. What’s going on?”
“A project that has to stay on schedule and a designer
who isn’t delivering on the promises she made.”
“How many rooms are we talking about?”
“Not rooms…homes.” Nick noted Sam’s surprised expression.
“This isn’t a hotel design. It’s a series of private island homes being
advertised for vacation rental among the world’s most elite.”
“Wow. I had no idea you guys had expanded beyond the
original hotel framework. Considering how the hospitality industry is changing,
though, it sounds like a smart move.”
“It’s proven to be right on time with industry trends.”
“Does that smirk confirm the obvious, that this was your
idea?”
“Still a smart-ass, I see.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Ha!”
“So I’m right.”
“All of the brothers are involved but yes, it’s more or
less my baby. Which means failure is not an option. You feel me?”
“Tell me more.”
Sam leaned forward, unconsciously revealing the slightest
peek of a creamy quarter-moon of her breast. When his attention returned to her
face, Sam was frowning. Damn. To her professional credit, however, she
didn’t comment on eyes determined to rove on their own. She simply adjusted her
blouse and sat back, waiting, to learn why Nick had brought her here.
Nick leaned back as well, determined to take control of
a meeting he’d called, ensconced in the comfort of discussing an industry he
knew better than he knew himself. Business now, pleasure later, he thought as
he began discussing his baby, CANN Isles. There was no way around it, even pushed
to the back of his mind. The attraction for one Ms. Samantha “Sam” Price was
real, intense, and not going away.
Before it was mere speculation. Now she was sure. It
shouldn’t have mattered how much she wanted to see her old lover. Not only
should Sam have not returned Anita’s phone call, she shouldn’t have made this
appointment. She shouldn’t be here with Nick. Her body was clear about it even
if her mind wasn’t sure. Every cell of her body had lit up, awakened by the
irrefutable attraction that hadn’t dimmed in all this time away. An attraction
that given the sticky situation that even thinking of working with Nick
presented, and the increasingly troublesome email and text exchanges with her
ex, had no chance of being acted upon.
Being this close to him in proximity was TROUBLE, all caps. Just seeing him relax made her heart skip. She watched the lines on his forehead fade away as he broke into a spiel he’d probably recited a hundred times. Clearly, speaking about the company was his forte, his stomping grounds, his zone. But that brief look of desire she’d glimpsed before Nick realized he’d been caught staring at her cleavage suggested something impossible. That he still felt the attraction, too.
About the Author
Award-winning author Zuri Day snuck her first Harlequin romance from her older sister’s collection and was hooked from page one. Knights in shining armor and happily-ever-afters spurred a lifelong love of reading. Zuri now creates these stories as a full-time author. Splitting her time between the stunning Caribbean islands and southern California, and always busy writing her next novel, Zuri still loves to connect with readers via Zuri@ZuriDay.com.
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