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Never Too Old For The Game Of Love
Fiona McGier
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Alexander tried calling Tegan a couple of times over the weekend, but each time when a child answered the phone, he hung up without saying anything.

He sighed with frustration, saying out loud to his phone, “Okay, that’s the way you want to play it, huh? Now let me think, how can I get you to come to me, so I can see you again, and ask you out? Without interference from anyone else?”

Suddenly an idea popped into his head, and he got a wicked grin on his face.

BOOK EXCERPTS
The door was ajar, but she still knocked on it.

“Come on in.”

Trying to control her nerves, Tegan took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked into the lion’s den once again.

Alexander was sitting behind his desk, ear bud and mouthpiece in place, finishing up a call, but he waved for her to come in and sit on the chair directly in front of his desk where she had sat the last time. He was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and just looking at the dark hair on his arms unnerved her. He had loosened his tie, too, and when she saw the black chest hair that peeked up from under his open collar, she remembered what it had felt like, crushed against her skin, and she hurriedly looked away from him. She sat down, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt, and demurely crossed her ankles over each other, her hands folded in her lap. She was aware this was a classic protection position in body language, but she didn’t care. She was not in her element here; she was in his.

She looked around his office as, once again, she was kept waiting by his incessant phone calls. There were no family pictures around, just generic-looking landscapes of the desert areas out west. There were a few vases and bowls that looked like they had been bought in New Mexico and a small end table with trade magazines on it was covered with a colorful serape.

She felt a quick urge to strip naked and wrap herself in that serape, thinking to finally force this man to hang up and pay attention to her, when she became aware he wasn’t talking anymore and was removing the headset.

He punched a few buttons on his phone console and smiled at her. “Now any calls will go to my answering machine. So we can talk, uninterrupted.”

“Is there anyone else still in the office at this time of day?” she asked, since most of the offices she had passed had been dark and empty. She was almost afraid of the answer, since she wasn’t sure she wanted to be so alone with him.

He shrugged. “There’s a few of us who do business with people in vastly different time zones. That’s why I have an office in my condo as well. But I’m usually one of the last ones to leave here.”

He gave her a mischievous smile. “Why, does it bother you that we might be alone up here?”

Briskly, Tegan answered. “No, of course not. I brought along that statement I told you about, that I finished up this afternoon. Here it is.” She slid the paper across his desk and was pleased with the barely concealed look of lust that flashed across his face as her movement allowed him a quick glance at her cleavage.

He took the paper and appeared to study it before putting it down in front of him. “It looks comprehensive. And I have something for you.”

He opened a drawer, took out a check and slid it across the desk at her. She looked at the amount written on it, then let out a gasp. She looked up at him in surprise and he could see the instant she made the leap in the wrong direction, as the color rose in her face and she flushed a bright shade of red.

“I can’t accept this.”

He leaned back in his chair. “And why not? You and your partner did an excellent job on the party. Everything was delivered as promised, and I got the client’s account. I promised you a bonus if I got it, so that’s reflected in the check.”

Tegan’s face was still flushed as she angrily told him, “You know why I can’t take this. How dare you insult me by paying me extra for what happened at the party? Who the hell do you think you are?”

AUTHOR BIO
AUTHOR'S BIO: I have been an avid reader my whole life. And I have always “written” stories in my head, when bored, or occupied with some other task like baking or cooking. I used to think that everyone had characters “talking” to them all of the time. My 4 kids learned early on that when Mom had “that look” on her face, to not interrupt what I was doing. A couple of years ago, I finally decided that my head was getting too “crowded”, and that some of these people and their stories had to be written down. I feel like they are telling me their secrets, and then once the book is done, they are happy to have been heard, and they are quiet. I have always enjoyed romances, and hope that you find my characters to be as interesting as I do.


MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1597056410
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597056410
Copyright: 2009
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 284



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