About BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
My name is Roman Cavenaugh and I’m kind of an asshole.
Running a company isn't easy, especially when everyone expects you to fail, so being a jerk? It comes with the territory.
Running a company isn't easy, especially when everyone expects you to fail, so being a jerk? It comes with the territory.
I don't have time to mess around, and I sure as hell didn’t see her coming.
Cara Hamilton—she was supposed to be off limits…a temporary employee brought in
during my assistant’s maternity leave.
But, in the blink of an eye, she became so much more.
An obsession I couldn’t shake.
So
yeah, I may be an asshole, but now, I finally had a purpose, and soon, she
would be mine.
All’s fair in love and war…
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EXCERPT
"Can I
ask you something?" she said, drawing my attention away from the monotony
on my computer screen. I looked up to
find her eyes dead set on mine. It was
unnerving.
She usually
tried to avoid direct eye contact with me.
Maybe I intimidated her. Perhaps
she found me attractive and the idea of lusting after her boss bothered her.
Believe me,
it bothered me too.
In a very
physical way.
“Go ahead,”
I answered, unwilling to break the intimate connection she'd started.
"When
you saw me… at the club that night," she said, her eyes
wavering just slightly. "What was
it you saw in me? I mean, was it just the clothes?"
My eyebrows
furrowed in confusion. Even though I'd
said we'd never speak of what happened that drunken night two weeks ago, I saw
something in her eyes that needed an answer.
That needed
something more.
"Why
are you asking?"
"It's
nothing, sorry. I'm being stupid," she backpedaled, as she began fiddling
with the hem of her skirt.
Looking back
at our few interactions, I suddenly noticed the difference in how she'd acted
today. Her normal never-ending stream of
word vomit was there, but behind it, there was an internal struggle going
on. The hemline wasn't the first thing
she'd fidgeted with. I'd watched as
she'd pulled at the collar of her shirt and then, as if she'd realized what she
had done was wrong, quickly lay it flat again.
"Does
this have something to do with the way you're dressed today?"
Pink tinged
her cheeks once again.
"You
noticed?"
I simply
nodded, not trusting myself with words in that moment.
Because I’d
more than noticed. It’d been damn hard
not to think about anything but.
"A gift
from my boyfriend," she replied. "He said my old clothes didn't fit
in with our new life style. It was a
very generous gift," she added, never forgetting that politeness she'd no
doubt been taught since birth.
"But?"
I questioned, waiting for her to continue.
"But… I don't feel like me anymore," she finally
admitted.
"And
I'm guessing the night in the club was another gift of his as well?"
It was her
turn to nod.
I could see
the indecision and worry gnawing at her.
Someone like her, sweet, honest and good… she was meant for better things than a life with
a man who didn't appreciate her.
Leaning
forward, I made sure she saw the sincerity burning in my eyes as I spoke.
"That night in the club, I'll admit, I noticed the dress first."
She opened
her lips to speak but I held up my hand to stop her, wanting to make my point.
"And
today, when you walked in, I couldn't help but give a second… or third glance at the way that new skirt hugged
your ass."
Her eyes
widened at my blatant honesty.
"So
yes, the clothes may grab my attention for a moment or two, but the fact that
I'm still interested, two weeks later?
That's you, Cara. That’s all
you.”
And just
like that, I'd crossed the line.
I’d hit on
an employee.
And there
was no going back from that.
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J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series, The Walls Duet, and the Lost & Found Duet. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.
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