Are you ready for a little treat? This inexpensive little treat will definitely get you revved and ready. Are you ready for a little heat to start your summer off just right?
I know, enough with the questions right? (See what I did there *smirk*) The tax season is finally over and we all get a little punch drunk and woozy during those times. Let’s face it, working into all hours of the night, your mind tends to run away with you. You never know what may happen once your brain is fogged.
Take Sasha Nickels for example. She works hard and well…take a peek ~
The April tax deadline is fast approaching for Sasha Nickels, and the last thing she needs is an unannounced visit from her questionable client Cesar Parisi and his associate Sonny Amato. Cesar and Sonny are two men who won’t take no for an answer. Obedience is expected.
When they show up unannounced on the busiest tax day of the year, she wants give them both a good piece of her mind. However, Cesar and Sonny make it known they’ll take a piece of her mind, but they want her body as well…
It was difficult to stand in their menacing presence one at a time, let alone both of them at the same time. They both stood well over six feet, but Sonny had the advantage by an inch. The stare down couldn’t last all night. She moved to the side and pushed her hair behind her ears. Keep it quick and simple, stick to the points, and don’t think about touching their hair. Touching their hair was always on her mind, as Sonny’s hair was jet black and Mr. Parisi’s hair was a tussle of blonds and browns. For the two years of their working relationship, she was more often tempted to touch their hair than their money. Clearing her throat, she motioned to the leather chairs in front of the desk. She watched as they sat and noticed there wasn’t a briefcase between them. What the hell is going on?
“So to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Mr. Parisi?”
Sasha walked to her desk, sat down, and folded her arms in front of her.
“Come on, Sasha.” His voice dipped, and her name sounded like a melodic seduction rather than a greeting. “You’ve known me for years now. Can’t you bring yourself to call me Cesar?”
Not if I want to keep myself from sitting in your lap as if you’re Santa.
“Mr. Parisi, I’m a busy woman.”
“And Mr. Parisi is a busy man.” Sonny’s voice was as gruff as always. She cut her gaze to him. Like she didn’t know that.
“Since we are both so busy, why don’t we skip this verbal sparring and get to the point of why you’re here?” She’d directed her question at Sonny, but it was Cesar who answered.
That wasn’t what she’d expected.
“You said to drop the verbal sparring and that is exactly what I’m doing. Sasha, mia cara, you’ve done an amazing job for me for the last few years, and I wanted to show you that I’m more than grateful.”
“Send me a bottle of Chianti and a box of chocolates and we’ll call it even.” She waved him off with a flick of her wrist and picked up her pencil with the other hand. Sasha didn’t have time for this. She needed to review returns and try to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.
“You are worth far more than a box of chocolates and some wine,” Sonny said. For once, he didn’t sound ticked off.
She turned to look at him. In her line of work, as frigid as it may seem, she wasn’t surprised by much. In her life, being the only child, growing up dirt poor and having barely enough to eat, she could match attitude for attitude, but this bad cop, good cop or whatever these two were doing was unraveling her carefully constructed wall of self-preservation.
“Your eyes are sparking. Does that mean you are interested, mia cara?” Sonny’s voice was definitely lethal, and he was using it to his full advantage. She’d never bothered to wonder if her eyes sparked or not because they were hidden behind her glasses most of the time. Sasha stared at him a long time before she spoke.
“Interested in what, Sonny? You haven’t proposed anything for me to be interested in.”
“A proposal would be a bit premature. How about one night together first? We’ll get around to wedding plans later.”
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