Secret Words (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 1) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Miranda P. Charles
with a sigh. "There's something there. But he's engaged so there's no way we could be together."
Her chest hurt at the reality of her words.
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Jasmine's fingers stopped tapping on her keyboard when her phone rang. Shoot. She was just finishing a scene where her lead character was having a toe-curling orgasm from the man she thought she'd lost forever.
She frowned at the caller ID. 'Blocked', it said. She stared at it, reluctant to answer for fear it could be one of her workmates wanting to chat about how her holiday was going, then ask a quick question or two about one of her clients.
What if it's Kane calling?
Her mind flashed a picture of Kane's head between her legs, giving her as much pleasure as her heroine just got, and she quickly moistened at the thought. Damn, it wouldn't do her good to think of him while she was writing erotic scenes.
The ringing had stopped and she felt a pang of regret for not answering it. What if it had been Kane? What if he was ringing to tell her he'd broken up with his fiancée because he couldn't stand the thought of never being with her? What if he wanted to tell her he couldn't wait to kiss her all over —
Her overheated, overactive imagination was interrupted by the phone ringing once again. She answered it quickly and rather breathlessly. "Hello?"
"Jasmine. Even over the phone you're so sexy."
"Who's this?" she cried in alarm, knowing it wasn't Kane.
"It's me," the caller chuckled and she stiffened in hostility.
"What do you want, Tim?"
"Hey, I'm just calling to apologise for Saturday night. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I blame it on the alcohol."
"And who chose to drink too much, Tim?" she asked coldly.
"You're right, of course," he replied placatingly. "It was entirely my fault. I'm sorry."
"Fine. Thank you for calling."
"Wait, wait!" Tim called out before she had a chance to hang up. "I want to make it up to you, Jasmine. How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"
Her mouth opened in disbelief. This man was really something else. "Sorry, Tim. I can't. I already have plans."
"With your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"I noticed you spent last night alone by yourself in that big house after your parents went back to Melbourne."
The hairs on her neck stood up. How the hell did he know?
"Are you stalking me?" she asked, injecting as much disapproval and coldness in her voice as she could muster.
"Stalking you? Come on. I thought we were friends. Can't friends have dinner together?"
"We're not friends. We're just acquaintances."
"Come on, sweet pea. Our fathers are business partners now. Don't you think they'd like it if the two of us got closer together?"
"You know I already have a boyfriend. You even met him the other night."
Tim chuckled. "Can one man satisfy you, Jasmine? I heard you have a high sex drive. And dating different men gives you ideas for those sexy stories you write. I promise you I'm much better in bed than George. I'll give you lots of ideas for your sex scenes. Please, Jasmine. I'm dying to know what it's like to be with you. You're so beautiful."
"You must be mad! If you don't stop hassling me, Tim, I swear you'll regret it." Her voice was low and shaking with anger. "You know my dad is the majority shareholder in the business and it would impact on your dad —"
"Would you really tell your father?" Tim interrupted. "Do you really want him to know you sleep around so you could write horny little stories? Wouldn't that break his heart?"
"I do not sleep around! Now go to hell and leave me alone!" She ended the call and flung her phone on her bed. Her body shook uncontrollably from outrage and shock. How could anyone think that way of her?
The answer was obvious. George Paulson. The liar ex-boyfriend from hell. That phone call was evidence he had given Tim a copy of the document he stole from her computer.
Her eyes burned with furious tears as she remembered that incident.
George had turned up at her doorstep on a Sunday afternoon when she
Her chest hurt at the reality of her words.
~~~~~~~
Jasmine's fingers stopped tapping on her keyboard when her phone rang. Shoot. She was just finishing a scene where her lead character was having a toe-curling orgasm from the man she thought she'd lost forever.
She frowned at the caller ID. 'Blocked', it said. She stared at it, reluctant to answer for fear it could be one of her workmates wanting to chat about how her holiday was going, then ask a quick question or two about one of her clients.
What if it's Kane calling?
Her mind flashed a picture of Kane's head between her legs, giving her as much pleasure as her heroine just got, and she quickly moistened at the thought. Damn, it wouldn't do her good to think of him while she was writing erotic scenes.
The ringing had stopped and she felt a pang of regret for not answering it. What if it had been Kane? What if he was ringing to tell her he'd broken up with his fiancée because he couldn't stand the thought of never being with her? What if he wanted to tell her he couldn't wait to kiss her all over —
Her overheated, overactive imagination was interrupted by the phone ringing once again. She answered it quickly and rather breathlessly. "Hello?"
"Jasmine. Even over the phone you're so sexy."
"Who's this?" she cried in alarm, knowing it wasn't Kane.
"It's me," the caller chuckled and she stiffened in hostility.
"What do you want, Tim?"
"Hey, I'm just calling to apologise for Saturday night. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I blame it on the alcohol."
"And who chose to drink too much, Tim?" she asked coldly.
"You're right, of course," he replied placatingly. "It was entirely my fault. I'm sorry."
"Fine. Thank you for calling."
"Wait, wait!" Tim called out before she had a chance to hang up. "I want to make it up to you, Jasmine. How about I take you out to dinner tonight?"
Her mouth opened in disbelief. This man was really something else. "Sorry, Tim. I can't. I already have plans."
"With your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"I noticed you spent last night alone by yourself in that big house after your parents went back to Melbourne."
The hairs on her neck stood up. How the hell did he know?
"Are you stalking me?" she asked, injecting as much disapproval and coldness in her voice as she could muster.
"Stalking you? Come on. I thought we were friends. Can't friends have dinner together?"
"We're not friends. We're just acquaintances."
"Come on, sweet pea. Our fathers are business partners now. Don't you think they'd like it if the two of us got closer together?"
"You know I already have a boyfriend. You even met him the other night."
Tim chuckled. "Can one man satisfy you, Jasmine? I heard you have a high sex drive. And dating different men gives you ideas for those sexy stories you write. I promise you I'm much better in bed than George. I'll give you lots of ideas for your sex scenes. Please, Jasmine. I'm dying to know what it's like to be with you. You're so beautiful."
"You must be mad! If you don't stop hassling me, Tim, I swear you'll regret it." Her voice was low and shaking with anger. "You know my dad is the majority shareholder in the business and it would impact on your dad —"
"Would you really tell your father?" Tim interrupted. "Do you really want him to know you sleep around so you could write horny little stories? Wouldn't that break his heart?"
"I do not sleep around! Now go to hell and leave me alone!" She ended the call and flung her phone on her bed. Her body shook uncontrollably from outrage and shock. How could anyone think that way of her?
The answer was obvious. George Paulson. The liar ex-boyfriend from hell. That phone call was evidence he had given Tim a copy of the document he stole from her computer.
Her eyes burned with furious tears as she remembered that incident.
George had turned up at her doorstep on a Sunday afternoon when she
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