Sonja Milton escapes an abusive relationship and leaves all she knows behind for a new job as the personal assistant to best-selling author, Trent Logan. She’s determined to keep her heart under lock and key. But when she sees his softer side, his love of children, not to mention the way his sexy body fills out a pair of jeans, she can’t help but wonder if she should risk her heart again for the promise of forever.

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Trent parked the car in the garage and shut off the ignition. Sonja slipped her shoes between her fingers, deciding to walk barefoot into the house to ease her aching feet. Being a gentleman again-something she could definitely get used to-he helped her out of the car. They walked to the front steps, she with her shoes dragging against the side of her leg, and him with his tuxedo coat slung over his shoulder.

Just inside the door, they both stopped. She didn’t know why he did, but she didn’t move because she wasn’t ready for the night to end just yet.



She followed him into the great room. He hung his jacket over a chair and strolled behind the bar. She immediately went to the huge round chair that she’d salivated over when she first came into his home. She kicked off her shoes and sank into its comfort, resting her back.

Trent handed her a glass of wine.

“Thank you.”

He smiled and sat on the couch across from her. “I’m glad you had a good time tonight.”

“Me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a dinner that fancy before.”


She shook her head and began to rub her feet. “Nope.”

He bent to loosen his shoestrings, kicked his shoes off, and swung his feet up on the table. “We’ll have to change that, then.”

“You go to many fancy dinners?”

“A few.”

“I’m sure you can find a more suitable date than me.”

His gaze met hers, and she watched as his blue gaze darkened. “No one as beautiful, I’m sure.”

A little tingle zipped through her center. He was flirting with her. She sipped from her glass and eyed him over the rim. Damn, he was gorgeous. How was she going to work with this man without attacking him across his desk every chance she got?

Distance. That was what she needed. Distance. Maybe when the morning came, this desire she felt swirling up inside her would be gone, and she would have found her common sense. Swinging her legs over the side of the chair, she rose. “Well, good night.”

He stood and reached for her glass. “Don’t worry about these. I’ll rinse them and put them in the dishwasher before I come upstairs.”

When he took it, their fingers grazed, and a shock of electricity zinged through her.

Go upstairs, Sonja a voice warned. Now, before you do something stupid.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning at breakfast. Margery usually has it ready by ten on Sundays.”


Why won’t my legs move?

The next thing she knew, Trent’s hands lifted, and he cupped them gently around her face. His mouth covered hers in a gentle kiss that sucked the oxygen right out of her lungs. His arms lowered to rest around her waist, pulling her close.

Her arms came up of their own volition and curled around his neck. She lost herself in the kiss, in the man, in the moment. Without warning, the kiss changed from a tender caress to an explosive and urgent exploration that left her mouth burning with a fire that had her swaying in his arms. He gathered her even closer, if that was possible, and deepened the kiss.

His hands moved down her back to cup her buttocks, where he squeezed them and shifted her fully against him, and she felt his erection. A moan sounded from somewhere, and she realized it came from her.

Trent’s fingers came up to cup and massage her breasts. His lips were full, urgent and delicious. She never knew kissing could be like this. His tongue lingered, probed, and delved deep, making her delirious with need. Heat rushed to her center, and she ached to feel him there.

What was she doing?

Somehow, she found enough common sense to pull away, but it was obvious that he didn’t want to. His lips trailed kisses down her neck to just below her ear, where he nipped and licked it with his tongue.

“Trent,” she whispered.

“Yes?” he murmured as he continued the exploration of her neck from one side to the other.

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