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.