Take one younger man, add some illicit outdoor sex, and Maggie Fenton is inclined to forget she’s the oldest cosmetics girl at Kelsey’s Department Store.
Blurb
From the outside, it looks as though Maggie Fenton has
it all. The glamorous head of the cosmetics department lives a life of luxury,
but money definitely hasn’t bought her happiness. In reality, she’s married to
a serial cheat who has made her life a misery for over a decade. With her
husband chasing younger women, and her teenage co-workers’ catty comments ringing
in her ears, Maggie’s resigned herself to being on the scrap heap. Until Jonah
Hamilton puts temptation in her way and reminds her she’s still a red-blooded
woman.
Commitment is a four letter word as far as Jonah is
concerned. He has no intention of settling down when he has the whole world at
his feet. The only reason he takes a summer job at Kelsey’s is to fund his
travels. Well, that, and the sexy older woman he can’t help flirting with over
the makeup counter. Maggie soon becomes a good friend and someone who shows him
how good love can be.
The chemistry between them is undeniable but is a fling enough to
satisfy their desires, or is it simply the start of something bigger?
Excerpt
Jonah blinked as Maggie disappeared out of the door faster than an
alcoholic to a free bar. Her husband had really done a number on her for her to
have such low confidence. Her self-esteem was so fragile, one joke had
shattered it to smithereens. He couldn’t let her leave like that, thinking such
despicable thoughts about herself. And him.
He left the rest of his pint to give chase. He didn’t know why it
mattered so much that someone he hardly knew was upset, but he didn’t want to
part with her on bad terms.
I’m such a dick.
He dodged through the crowd, cursing himself. Any other sober, conscious
of other people’s feelings dumbass would’ve realized she needed that
reassurance her husband couldn’t give her. Instead, he’d laughed, convinced that
the funny, warm, gorgeous woman with him would realize how daft she was being.
Perhaps he’d been too cautious about letting his true thoughts about her be
known.
All he’d done was to confirm her suspicions that she was nothing more
than a has-been, when, in his experience, she was the most grounded, deeper
than a fish pond, natural goddess he’d met in a long time.
He barged the heavy wooden doors open to see the smokers gathered
outside in the last of the evening sun. With no sign of Maggie, he knew he’d
blown it. Away from the cloud of smoke clogging his lungs, he scanned up and
down Great Victoria Street. Among the student crowd, the young professionals
and the theater-goers, he spotted her hot-footing it away, dabbing her eyes
with a tissue.
Shit!
He sprinted after her, not really caring who he knocked out of his path,
but apologizing anyway. “Excuse me. Sorry. Move!”
Her steps slowed as she approached the traffic lights, giving him time
to cover the distance between them. Before she could put her foot out onto the
road, he grabbed her elbow and yanked her back.
“What the hell?” She stiffened, probably ready to batter her assailant
with the handbag she was gripping like a deadly weapon. Only when she saw his
face did she stop resisting.
With grim determination, he pulled her back the way she had come, not
saying a word.
“Jonah? What’s going on? I need to go home.” The tone of her voice
varied from loud, outright panic to quiet resignation. It only succeeded in
driving him on in his quest.
When they reached the pub again, he dodged down the alleyway at the
side. They didn’t need an audience. He pushed Maggie up against the wall,
careful not to hurt her, but with enough force to stop her running again. He
caged her between his body and the brick building. As she worried her bottom
lip with her teeth, Jonah leaned down to catch it and draw it back out. She was
soft and pliant, and her gentle scent intoxicated him further.
With a point to prove, he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her
mouth to taste her sweetness and claim it for himself. Ordinarily, such an
audacious move might’ve deserved a slap or a knee to the balls. Either would’ve
been worth it. Instead, she went limp beneath him, submitting immediately.
Whoa!
He stepped back. “That is how you make me feel. How you should be
kissed.”
Christ, the way she had responded to it made it a double sin that
someone didn’t do that to her frequently.
Maggie stared back at him, her brow furrowed and her kiss-swollen lips
parted and waiting. Beer or no beer, a certain part of his anatomy sat up to
say hello.
Both he and Maggie stared silently at one another. Deep down Jonah knew
he should be the one to walk away this time. He’d made his point. She was
attractive and he fancied her. She could file that away for future reference
the next time her husband went MIA. Jonah lingered on her moist lips a while
longer.
“Do it again,” he could have sworn she said.
