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She’s desperate for the one man she must avoid at all costs…
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Wealth manager Brigit Farnay despises Colton Mitus. And with good reason. He ripped away her family’s company during the most painful time in her life. Forced to work with him, she can’t deny that Colton is gorgeous, brilliant, commanding. And the enemy. Her traitorous body craves his touch every moment of every day. And then she finds out about the erotic games he plays…
Corporate raider Colton Mitus is success and power personified. He demands control in the boardroom and in the bedroom. So he shouldn’t be tempted by the newest member of the Mitus team. But he is. Brigit challenges him and frustrates him, but also quiets the demons that haunt him, especially as she agrees to be drawn into his secret, sinful world.
The most lucrative deal of Colton’s career places Brigit’s family’s company in jeopardy. When old enemies return hell-bent on ruining him, Brigit is the only person who can save him. But she’s been keeping secrets that could destroy everything...
Excerpt
Both women ordered a glass of wine, delivered by their server
in record time. “I’ve had an unusual job offer.” As Brigit sipped her pinot
noir, the delicious bouquet of berry flavors blossomed on her tongue.
“I had a feeling something was up,” Kat said. “You spent most of yesterday in Seth’s office.”
“Colton Mitus needs a wealth manager.”
“Ah, yes, the tall, handsome and intimidating man guilty of causing hysteria amongst the ranks. Everyone is envious, Brig.”
“Because of Mitus?” Brigit rolled her eyes. “Puhleeese.”
“Newest client?”
“Seth wants me to give up all my clients and work only for him.”
Kat’s eyes widened like saucers. “Does he have enough business to cover your earnings?”
Shrugging, she added, “Doesn’t matter. I’m not interested.” Brigit tipped more liquid into her mouth.
“Why not? Sounds like a sweet deal.”
“I’d have to move into his home.”
Kat bolted upright. “What!”
“Now you feel my pain. He lives in a mansion in Great Falls, as in crossing the bridge into Virginia. His staff lives with him.”
“Sounds extreme.” Kat twirled a chunk of her brunette waves.
Just then, a posse of coworkers barreled toward their table. Time to share seats.
“Matthew or me?” Brigit asked.
Kat made room on her chair. “That man makes my skin crawl.”
As Brigit started to slide over, Matthew plunked down and wrapped his arm around Brigit’s waist, holding her captive. “Evening, ma’am. I appreciate your cozying up with me. A cowboy sure can get lonely on the range.”
A shiver flew down her spine and she shot out of her seat. “Well, buckaroo, find yourself a buffalo.”
Matthew threw back his head and laughed.
Ew. “Let’s sit at the bar,” she whispered to Kat. With no stools available, the women squeezed into an open space, flush against the wall. “Matthew’s become a pain in the ass,” said Brigit.
“He’s been a pain in the ass,” said Kat. “He’s going to get an earful if he doesn’t back off.”
Rick Sullivan laid a napkin in front of each woman. “How are Porter, Gabriel and Sethfield’s smartest wealth managers doing this evening?”
Kat smiled. “Growing America’s wealth one portfolio at a time.”
Rick chuckled. “Mine included, I hope. Brigit, Kat what can I get you?”
“Split a bottle of pinot?” Brigit drained her glass.
Kat nodded.
“A bottle, please,” Brigit said to Rick. “The good stuff.”
Matthew sidled so close his chest brushed Brigit’s shoulder. “Rick, put that bottle on my tab.”
She jerked away, goose bumps spilling down her arms.
“Not cool.” Kat shouldered the wall.
“The lady’s not buying whatever you’re peddling,” a husky voice growled behind them. “Let me clue you in. These women aren’t interested.”
The women wheeled around. Colton Mitus loomed directly behind Brigit. A lightning bolt shot through her and she gasped. What’s he doing here?
Kat’s jaw dropped. “Okay, well, wow.”
“Look, buddy, my friend’s not interested in you. Get lost.” Matthew sounded tough, but looked like he’d pissed his pants.
Colton glared at Matthew, his jaw muscles working overtime. “I’m not your buddy, these women aren’t your friends, and you have no idea what Brigit needs.” Colton’s piercing intensity bore a hole through Matthew.
Brigit pursed her lips. The hovering testosterone needed to go away. Matthew’s skirt chasing bordered on harassment and Colton needed to find a wealth manager who wanted to manage his wealth.
“I’ll be here when you’ve had enough of this…this loser.” Red- faced Matthew turned away and guzzled his drink.
Had Colton followed her? Had Seth tipped him off? Slowly his attention shifted from Matthew to her and when their eyes met, his lips split into a charming grin. A zing traveled at Mach Whoa. Her body was so not helping. She introduced Kat in an attempt to diffuse the undeniable heat smoldering between them.
“Brigit, I thought I’d pay you a social call.” His harsh tone had been replaced with a soothing timbre like rich, creamy chocolate. When his hand jutted onto the bar, separating her from Matthew, a sexual urge flooded her traitorous body.
Pinned by Mitus. And she liked it.
His eyes were the color of Colombian coffee. Deep. Dark. Decadent. She managed a calming breath and caught his scent. Cologne-free, he smelled of cedar soap and lager beer. That particular beer reminded her of her daddy. Her thoughts turned laser-focused in an instant.
Pushing off the bar, she centered her weight like a matador sizing up the bull. “I agreed to a one-time consult. You agreed to leave my office.”
“I did leave.” His expression turned playful. Charming even.
As she raised a brow, she crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?”
As if time had stopped, his gaze traveled over her face, pausing briefly on her mouth. “Nailing down the important part. How long do you need?”
Delicious streams of energy shot through her. One night. I need one night. “I’m not working for you, Colton.”
A scorching intensity deepened his gaze. “Yes, you are, Brigit.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
He leaned closer. “Never.”
“Well, neither do I.”
“I had a feeling something was up,” Kat said. “You spent most of yesterday in Seth’s office.”
“Colton Mitus needs a wealth manager.”
“Ah, yes, the tall, handsome and intimidating man guilty of causing hysteria amongst the ranks. Everyone is envious, Brig.”
“Because of Mitus?” Brigit rolled her eyes. “Puhleeese.”
“Newest client?”
“Seth wants me to give up all my clients and work only for him.”
Kat’s eyes widened like saucers. “Does he have enough business to cover your earnings?”
Shrugging, she added, “Doesn’t matter. I’m not interested.” Brigit tipped more liquid into her mouth.
“Why not? Sounds like a sweet deal.”
“I’d have to move into his home.”
Kat bolted upright. “What!”
“Now you feel my pain. He lives in a mansion in Great Falls, as in crossing the bridge into Virginia. His staff lives with him.”
“Sounds extreme.” Kat twirled a chunk of her brunette waves.
Just then, a posse of coworkers barreled toward their table. Time to share seats.
“Matthew or me?” Brigit asked.
Kat made room on her chair. “That man makes my skin crawl.”
As Brigit started to slide over, Matthew plunked down and wrapped his arm around Brigit’s waist, holding her captive. “Evening, ma’am. I appreciate your cozying up with me. A cowboy sure can get lonely on the range.”
A shiver flew down her spine and she shot out of her seat. “Well, buckaroo, find yourself a buffalo.”
Matthew threw back his head and laughed.
Ew. “Let’s sit at the bar,” she whispered to Kat. With no stools available, the women squeezed into an open space, flush against the wall. “Matthew’s become a pain in the ass,” said Brigit.
“He’s been a pain in the ass,” said Kat. “He’s going to get an earful if he doesn’t back off.”
Rick Sullivan laid a napkin in front of each woman. “How are Porter, Gabriel and Sethfield’s smartest wealth managers doing this evening?”
Kat smiled. “Growing America’s wealth one portfolio at a time.”
Rick chuckled. “Mine included, I hope. Brigit, Kat what can I get you?”
“Split a bottle of pinot?” Brigit drained her glass.
Kat nodded.
“A bottle, please,” Brigit said to Rick. “The good stuff.”
Matthew sidled so close his chest brushed Brigit’s shoulder. “Rick, put that bottle on my tab.”
She jerked away, goose bumps spilling down her arms.
“Not cool.” Kat shouldered the wall.
“The lady’s not buying whatever you’re peddling,” a husky voice growled behind them. “Let me clue you in. These women aren’t interested.”
The women wheeled around. Colton Mitus loomed directly behind Brigit. A lightning bolt shot through her and she gasped. What’s he doing here?
Kat’s jaw dropped. “Okay, well, wow.”
“Look, buddy, my friend’s not interested in you. Get lost.” Matthew sounded tough, but looked like he’d pissed his pants.
Colton glared at Matthew, his jaw muscles working overtime. “I’m not your buddy, these women aren’t your friends, and you have no idea what Brigit needs.” Colton’s piercing intensity bore a hole through Matthew.
Brigit pursed her lips. The hovering testosterone needed to go away. Matthew’s skirt chasing bordered on harassment and Colton needed to find a wealth manager who wanted to manage his wealth.
“I’ll be here when you’ve had enough of this…this loser.” Red- faced Matthew turned away and guzzled his drink.
Had Colton followed her? Had Seth tipped him off? Slowly his attention shifted from Matthew to her and when their eyes met, his lips split into a charming grin. A zing traveled at Mach Whoa. Her body was so not helping. She introduced Kat in an attempt to diffuse the undeniable heat smoldering between them.
“Brigit, I thought I’d pay you a social call.” His harsh tone had been replaced with a soothing timbre like rich, creamy chocolate. When his hand jutted onto the bar, separating her from Matthew, a sexual urge flooded her traitorous body.
Pinned by Mitus. And she liked it.
His eyes were the color of Colombian coffee. Deep. Dark. Decadent. She managed a calming breath and caught his scent. Cologne-free, he smelled of cedar soap and lager beer. That particular beer reminded her of her daddy. Her thoughts turned laser-focused in an instant.
Pushing off the bar, she centered her weight like a matador sizing up the bull. “I agreed to a one-time consult. You agreed to leave my office.”
“I did leave.” His expression turned playful. Charming even.
As she raised a brow, she crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?”
As if time had stopped, his gaze traveled over her face, pausing briefly on her mouth. “Nailing down the important part. How long do you need?”
Delicious streams of energy shot through her. One night. I need one night. “I’m not working for you, Colton.”
A scorching intensity deepened his gaze. “Yes, you are, Brigit.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
He leaned closer. “Never.”
“Well, neither do I.”
About Stoni Alexander
Stoni Alexander writes erotic romance about tortured alpha males and independent, strong-willed heroines. In a previous life, she ventured into acting, appearing in numerous television, film and stage productions before transitioning to a successful career in business.
Having spent her childhood moving around like a gypsy, Stoni appreciates her deep-seated roots in the DC metro area. She’s married to the love of her life, is an überproud football mom, and dreams of the day when her muse will inspire her at will.
A Virginia Tech graduate with degrees in Communications and Spanish, Stoni also holds a Master’s in Marketing Management from the University of Maryland University College. She’s a proud member of the Romance Writer’s of America, the Maryland Romance Writers and the Honor Society of Phi Kappa Phi.
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