Drawn to You
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“Landon is just so hot, the pages are burning!”
On the night she discovers her ex’s engagement, Rachel meets Landon, the most attractive man she has ever seen, who, for some reason, mistakes her for a hooker. However, he’s so sexy. And it’s just one night… What harm can there be in giving in to the desire to lose herself in his touch? She’s never going to see him again, even though he has given her the most intensely pleasurable night of her life.
Landon prefers his women beautiful and sophisticated, with no desire for commitment, so when his brother ignores his protests and sends him a hooker on his birthday, he’s surprised at how willing he is to continue paying for her services. It should be easy, except she’s no hooker, and she has no intention of letting him into her life.
However, as the billionaire owner of the Swanson Court Hotels, Landon is used to getting what he wants, and Rachel is not going to be an exception.
Something happens. Either the earth drops, or it suddenly stops spinning. I feel unbalanced, as if I’m going to lose my footing. My hand finds the aluminum railing inside the elevator, and I lean on it for support while I stare at the Greek god standing on the other side of the open doors.
There’s no other way to describe him. He’s tall, at least a head taller than me, with long legs, lean hips and broad shoulders shown off in a perfectly tailored dark-gray suit, paired with a snowy white shirt. There’s no tie, and the top button of his shirt is open, exposing his throat and a little hint of hard, well-muscled chest.
Dark gold hair frames his face. It’s wavy, and just long enough to tease his collar, with a few bright strands highlighting the dark waves. And his face! It makes me unable to remember what exactly I’m doing in the elevator. Dark winged brows, eyes a deep cerulean blue, and a Greek nose, slim and pointed like an arrowhead. His lips are full and sensual, and for some reason, they make me start to think of whispers, kisses, and those same lips tracing a path on my heated skin.
I stare, lost in the glittering depths of his eyes, and unable to tear mine away. Strangely, it seems as if everything that’s happened before this moment has somehow lost all importance. As if he can feel it too, his brow knits, a puzzled expression entering the eyes that seem to be stripping me and looking into the very depths of my soul. At that moment, it feels as if I know him. As if I’ve known him all my life.
I step back, my fingers curving around the railing and holding on. Finally regaining the use of my lungs, I take a long breath, unsuccessfully trying to dispel the effect his undeniable masculine sensuality is having on me. It doesn’t help that he’s still looking at me, his eyes traveling up and down my body as if he knows exactly what he’s going to do with it.
I close my eyes, trying to arrange my thoughts and ignore all the carnal images that have taken over my brain. Okay, so he’s probably the owner of the apartment. The man with the passcode. He looks as if he was on his way out. He must have opened the elevator from inside and is probably surprised to find me right outside his apartment, staring at him as if I’ve never seen a man before.
“Good evening,” I start haltingly, trying to find the words to explain why I’m there.
There’s only a small flicker of his eyes to show that he heard me. He considers me for a few more moments, while I wonder if he’s going to acknowledge my words at all, and then one of his perfect eyebrows arches up.
“Well,” he says finally, in a voice that’s almost whispery soft, yet deep, raspy, and so incredibly sensual, it sends shivers down my spine. “You’re not what I’d have chosen, but you’ll do.”