Guess what? Stocky & Sumptuous will be out in only two weeks! Ahh! I’m so excited for this one. I’m excited for all of them, but I absolutely love weddings, and this one has a lot of wedding stuff in it! Of course, there’s a lot of other fun stuff in there, too. Like resisting a guy Vicki knows is all wrong for her.
Excerpt from Stocky & Sumptuous
Tuesday after lunch, I was sitting at my desk, and Hunter walked in. He headed straight for me, his eyes locked on mine from the second he stepped inside.
“I told you I’m not giving up. I’m taking you out this weekend. I’m not the man you think I am.”
I shook my head. “It wouldn’t matter. I have plans this weekend.”
He smirked. “Plans I can work with. You didn’t say no.”
He turned and walked away, leaving me speechless. I wanted to chase him down and say no, but when he paused at the hallway and grinned at me, I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in to him.
My earbuds went back in while he was meeting with Drew. I had no idea what Drew was working on, which kind of bothered me. I really wanted to know what the project was. I didn’t know why. Drew and Xander worked on a lot of projects that I wasn’t intimately involved with. I would keep track of how things were going and make sure they were on schedule and budget, but the details were frequently left to them.
The fact that Hunter’s project bothered me, bothered me.
I went to get a cup of coffee and was filing papers, the most boring part of my job, when Hunter came back into the front.
“So, when are you free? You can’t have plans for the entire weekend.”
He crossed his arms and leaned against the side of my desk. Stacks of paper were scattered everywhere. He shifted his weight and one of the stacks fluttered to the floor.
“Shit. Sorry about that,” he said, crouching to pick up the papers. I bent at the same time, our knees brushing and eyes colliding. He held my gaze and handed me the papers he collected. We both stood and he stepped closer.
My phone rang and startled me away from him. I answered it and made notes about the call, hoping Hunter would be gone when I turned back around.
No such luck.
I carried the file to the cabinet behind me and slid it into place. When I went back to my desk, I could stop the sudden desire for Hunter to lay me out on the messy desk and show me just how wrong I was about him.
His eyes followed me, back and forth, until half the paper was gone. I grabbed a new stack and he stepped in front of me. Hunter pressed me against the edge of my desk, towering over me. His gaze flickered to the surface, almost as though he was thinking the same thing I was.
Wipe it clean.