Heroine: Charlie. A yoga teacher who wants a man who she can explore her sexual fantasies with without being shamed for them.
Hero: James. A sexy smooth talking Texan who knows exactly what Charlie wants and needs. And he’s determined to be the one that gives them to her.
James grinned and rotated one-hundred-eighty degrees in his leather chair. “Find anything pretty?”
“This is so bourgeois of you, Hunter. I’m not some skanky peasant you can play X-rated dress-ups with.”
“That’s funny, Blue-Eyes, I thought I knew all your fantasies but if you want to play Prince Charming and farmer’s daughter…?”
“Can you stop being a pervert for like five seconds?”
“Not really.”
James might have known her pride wouldn’t let her accept gifts from him, which was bullshit. She wasn’t his mistress or his secretary. She was his…well, it didn’t matter what she was, point was buying her lingerie didn’t mean jack.
“I’m following your exact advice, Charlotte. You told me, ‘buy women nice gifts and it’ll be easy to get your needs accommodated’.”
“Oh, are you referring to your panty fetish?”
James looked around, half expecting his staff to have their ears pressed against the glass. “It’s not a fetish,” he whispered fiercely, and Charlotte giggled—she had the cutest fucking laugh. James rubbed his forehead, irritated by his own sappy thoughts. “Just let
me do this for you. You have assets, I have resources. I’m helping you help me. It’s a win-win.”“It’s so hot when you talk like Jerry Maguire, James.”
“Be as sarcastic as you want, Miss Charlotte, I’m buying you that lingerie, no strings attached.”
“Actually. there are several strings attached.”
James shut his eyes. It would be so easy to bail on work, take Charlotte back to the hotel and spend the whole day peeling her out of stockings and silk. He opened his mouth to suggest just that and felt a stabbing pain in his right temple. If the underwear made her
feel cheap, another midday fuck in a hotel wouldn’t help. He sighed. “Please don’t torture me. Just let me do this for you, as a…person who wants to fuck you senseless while you’re wearing a garter belt.”[…]
“Okay, come around to my place for dinner tonight. My roommate’s in Canada and I can finally have sex without her judging me.”
“You don’t want your stripper housemate judging you? Wait, who says you’re gettin’ laid? I don’t put out for rice.”
“James, there’s forty kilograms of lace panties about to go tumbling down a dirty manhole…”
“Fine, I’ll make an exception.
I liked this book. Dangerfield has a great voice that penetrates the story to keep it from becoming your average erotic that goes heavy on the sex and light on the storyline. My review will go up next week.
Degrees of Control by Eve Dangerfield is available now for purchase.
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