Betrayal of the Dove (Men of Action) Read Online Free
Author: Capri Montgomery
color the sales clerk tried to get her to buy she had envisioned the guard would probably go stark raving mad and shoot up her store. No, blue was a sense of peaceful, calming tranquility to give whoever was stuck in that room all day a little slice of beauty and, with hopes, patience.
“I can add a mini fridge,” she said. “That way you can bring sodas or food and eat in here if you get hungry. Just please clean up behind yourself.” She wasn’t a maid and she didn’t have time to play one.
He stepped completely into the small room, making it feel smaller. He wasn’t an overtly tall man. He wasn’t a guy who physically demanded all the space in the room, but somehow this man was definitely demanding space in this room. She felt crowded, not by his body, but by the man himself. It was as if he walked into the place and he owned it, completely possessing it, controlling it in a way that told anybody in his way to quickly get out of it. That was one of the things she first noticed when he walked into her store. When the door swung open and he walked in she felt the heat of his stare before she even looked up to see him. She had been putting a piece back in the case after giving a customer a closer inspection of the delicate necklace. When she did look up she wished she hadn’t. He was just standing there, taking over the space in the store like he owned it to his core. His low cut hair accented a strong jaw line making it look even stronger. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made her want to strip off that black tailored suit jacket, that powder blue tie and shirt and get to know that sexy body with an up close and personal hands-on inspection. The second he opened his mouth and said, “I’m here about the job,” she kicked the naughty thoughts from her mind. Stripping him and getting to know him better was no longer an option.
He had big hands; she noticed that, too, when he handed her his CV. He didn’t just sit it on the counter and slide it to her like everybody else had done. He made sure he put that high-grade piece of paper in her hand. He made sure she had to look at it, not just pick it up off the counter and add it to the pile of resumes behind the cash register. He stood there, waiting, watching her and every second seemed like torture because she could barely concentrate on what she was doing. He smelled so good, like the desert after a spring rain mixed with a hint of spice. She resisted the instinct to close her eyes and inhale the scent of the walking fantasy in front of her.
“As you can see,” he had said. “I have extensive experience in keeping people, and property, safe.” His voice was low, like a nice alto singer or the bass clef G-string of a cello and she wondered just how smooth that voice would sound in the bedroom. She had mentally kicked herself, telling herself to let it go. It had been too long since she had a serious relationship and that had to be the problem—at least that’s what she told herself anyway. Once she put her mind back on business at hand and actually managed to concentrate on the paper in front of her she saw a man who was qualified, more than qualified for the position he was applying for. She wanted to hire him; he was professional, well put together, respectful and confident. His skills were top notch according to the paper in her hand. She wanted to hire him, but she knew she couldn’t afford him. Maybe what impressed her most was that he didn’t back down. He wanted the job and he went after it. Of course now she knew his reason behind wanting the job. She was just a favor for a friend. Why did that bother her so much?
Well, it had all worked out anyway. He was going to be working for her, which was both good and bad. She was glad she had the best of the best for the security at her store, but not so glad that the sexy man nearly boxing her in the room was now officially off limits.
“So,” she cleared the husky tone from
“I can add a mini fridge,” she said. “That way you can bring sodas or food and eat in here if you get hungry. Just please clean up behind yourself.” She wasn’t a maid and she didn’t have time to play one.
He stepped completely into the small room, making it feel smaller. He wasn’t an overtly tall man. He wasn’t a guy who physically demanded all the space in the room, but somehow this man was definitely demanding space in this room. She felt crowded, not by his body, but by the man himself. It was as if he walked into the place and he owned it, completely possessing it, controlling it in a way that told anybody in his way to quickly get out of it. That was one of the things she first noticed when he walked into her store. When the door swung open and he walked in she felt the heat of his stare before she even looked up to see him. She had been putting a piece back in the case after giving a customer a closer inspection of the delicate necklace. When she did look up she wished she hadn’t. He was just standing there, taking over the space in the store like he owned it to his core. His low cut hair accented a strong jaw line making it look even stronger. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made her want to strip off that black tailored suit jacket, that powder blue tie and shirt and get to know that sexy body with an up close and personal hands-on inspection. The second he opened his mouth and said, “I’m here about the job,” she kicked the naughty thoughts from her mind. Stripping him and getting to know him better was no longer an option.
He had big hands; she noticed that, too, when he handed her his CV. He didn’t just sit it on the counter and slide it to her like everybody else had done. He made sure he put that high-grade piece of paper in her hand. He made sure she had to look at it, not just pick it up off the counter and add it to the pile of resumes behind the cash register. He stood there, waiting, watching her and every second seemed like torture because she could barely concentrate on what she was doing. He smelled so good, like the desert after a spring rain mixed with a hint of spice. She resisted the instinct to close her eyes and inhale the scent of the walking fantasy in front of her.
“As you can see,” he had said. “I have extensive experience in keeping people, and property, safe.” His voice was low, like a nice alto singer or the bass clef G-string of a cello and she wondered just how smooth that voice would sound in the bedroom. She had mentally kicked herself, telling herself to let it go. It had been too long since she had a serious relationship and that had to be the problem—at least that’s what she told herself anyway. Once she put her mind back on business at hand and actually managed to concentrate on the paper in front of her she saw a man who was qualified, more than qualified for the position he was applying for. She wanted to hire him; he was professional, well put together, respectful and confident. His skills were top notch according to the paper in her hand. She wanted to hire him, but she knew she couldn’t afford him. Maybe what impressed her most was that he didn’t back down. He wanted the job and he went after it. Of course now she knew his reason behind wanting the job. She was just a favor for a friend. Why did that bother her so much?
Well, it had all worked out anyway. He was going to be working for her, which was both good and bad. She was glad she had the best of the best for the security at her store, but not so glad that the sexy man nearly boxing her in the room was now officially off limits.
“So,” she cleared the husky tone from
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