[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]
Just when James Colfield wants to get away to mend his broken heart, a gorgeous brunette literally falls into his lap. Before he knows it, he's smitten with Miss Amazon. The problem is she's his new supervisor who has a huge chip on her shoulder and an extreme hatred for men.
Elizabeth Rivers can't believe her boss hired a new senior editor behind her back. What's more, she can't seem to take her eyes off the new dashingly handsome and smug employee.
The attraction between these two is scorching hot and they find it hard to concentrate on their jobs and promising careers. When they get stuck in an elevator alone together, whatever inhibitions they have seem to disappear. Will they give in to their wanton desires?
"I wrote this story because I loved the complex character I created in Let's Get Physical, James Colfield. I felt he needed his own story and an equally feisty, difficult female who could torture and tempt this sexy, virile man." ~ Cherie ~
A Siren Erotic Romance
4.5 BLUE RIBBONS: "Hard At Work is a sweet romance of heartbreak, insecurity and trust. Throw in a little work place angst and you end up with a book that's good from the first page to the last. Elizabeth and James are magic together they are at such different places and phases of their lives, that it uncanny how well they fit together give or take a few skirmishes. High level of sexual tension and funny moment make Ms Amour's Hard At Work a pleasure to have read." -- jhayboy, Romance Junkies
4 STARS: "Cherie Amour does an excellent job developing her characters, considering the length of the novel. The plot is interesting. Fans of romantica will enjoy Hard At Work." -- Debra Gaynor, ReviewYourBook.com
4 STARS: "I was so happy to be able to get the chance to review Hard at Work. Having read the first book, Let's Get Physical, I was anxious for James to get his own story and I can honestly say that this book does not disappoint. Cherie Amour, a rising star in the romance genre, takes the reader on a roller coaster type head tripIf you want to know the ending you'll have to read the book, don't worry it's well worth it." -- Valerie, Manic Readers
4 HEARTS: "Cherie Amour has aptly titled this book as the two can't seem to get control of their raging hormones at work or anywhere elseThe author makes this romance so close to what often happens in real life that it's almost scary." -- Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
Miss Amazon huffed and walked back toward him muttering to herself while she tucked the ticket into her purse and lugged her onboard luggage and briefcase behind her. When she stopped, she opened the overhead compartment and tried to get her bulky piece of baggage into it.
As she stretched and struggled, her tight blouse lifted and he could see her flat tummy and the diamond piercing she had in her belly button. He could also see the blouse stretched open where her bosom was and her lacy red bra peeked through, along with her enticing cleavage. James lifted his brow and admired the view.
But after a minute’s struggle, he stood. “Excuse me, madam, may I offer my assistance?” Standing fully erect, he could tell she was only a few inches shorter than he, maybe five feet eleven, or possibly even six feet tall.
When she turned and looked at him, his heart jumped. She had the most gorgeous green eyes he’d ever seen with long dark brown eyelashes. “It’s ‘Miss.’ Thanks, but no thanks.” She pushed harder and in a strained voice added, “I can handle it.”
Within a few seconds, the bag popped into the compartment and she lost her equilibrium, falling into James’s arms. Her right breast rubbed against his forearm as they made eye contact. Her perfume was intoxicating. His body reacted, naturally. “Are you all right?”
She broke eye contact first by pushing away. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“It’s perfectly all right.” He grinned.
But she didn’t reciprocate his smile. Instead, she sat in the seat next to his and took out her laptop. The rush of cold air hit him from her brush off.Okay, this is going to be fun. He sat down as well and couldn’t help but notice her short skirt rode up her leg, giving him a better view.
The woman definitely had a body to die for. He wondered how she looked without the dressy suit skirt and blouse. She certainly would be a handful in bed if her behavior today were any measure of her true character. He smirked, then took a deep breath and turned his attention to the view outside.
Within a few minutes, the ‘Buckle seatbelts’ light came on and the pilot and stationed stewardess both addressed the passengers on procedures and their plane’s ETA. James continued to stare out the window as the plane took off and gained altitude. When he left that morning, it had been snowing lightly and although the wind was strong, it wasn’t too bad.
The weather had changed. The wind blew fiercely and the snow made visibility impossible. Feeling bored, he turned to his neighbor. She looked busy reading a file on her laptop. He tried to lean in to see what was on the Word document.
Most probably sensing his efforts, she turned her laptop to the side. Strike Two.
Checking his watch and seeing he had quite a lot of time to kill, he decided to take his laptop out as well and finish the chapter of his mystery novel. He worked slowly at first since it always took him time to warm up and get into the story. He caught her, too, dipping subtly to see what he typed, but he leaned his back on the side, lifted his left knee, resting it on the seat, and turned the screen so he faced her and she couldn’t see what he wrote.
James didn’t glance up to see her reaction. He ignored her. Within five minutes, the words flowed through his fingers at incredible speed. He felt the occasional jerk and heave the plane made as it passed through turbulence, but he hardly took notice. Being totally oblivious to everything, except his story, he completed the chapter in record time. Checking his watch again, he realized they’d be landing soon, so he put his laptop away.
Miss Amazon had already put hers away. She leaned her head on the headrest and secured her seatbelt. She looked awfully pale and worried. He turned to her. “Is everything all right, miss?”
She stiffly nodded. “Yeah, it’s just I hate turbulence. I usually sit near the window and for some reason that helps me, but the secretary at my company screwed up.”
Feeling sympathetic, he leaned forward. “If you’d like my seat, I don’t mind.”
She stared at him with big eyes and stood. “Yes, please. That would help.”
He got up and took her seat, moving his feet to the side, so she could pass him and sit in his seat. He peered at her ass as she wiggled past him. It indeed was a nice view, far better than the window. Before she could move further, her shoe seemed to catch on something and she tripped suddenly, falling into his lap.
For some warped reason, his hand ended up cupping her full breast in reflex to catch her. He saw her take a deep breath and stare at him. His cheeks heated up and he let go of her voluptuous breast in lightening speed. “Sorry.”
She got up quickly, straightened her blouse, and sat in his seat. Still feeling extremely awkward, James decided to break the tension with some casual talk. “So, is this your first time to Toronto?”
She avoided his gaze and just stared out the window. “No, I live here. I’m coming back from vacation and a convention. I stopped in Montreal to visit family and friends.”
“Oh, I see.” He waited for her reciprocal question if this was his first time to Toronto, but it never came. He decided to force feed her the information anyway. “I’m moving to Toronto. Actually, I just got a job and am looking forward to—”
“Look, mister, I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood for idle chit chat. I have too much on my mind, okay?”
He lifted his hand in surrender. “Sure, whatever. Sorry.”
He zipped his mouth and stared at the chair in front of him, counting the minutes until the plane landed. It was the longest half hour of his life, and also, the most excruciatingly uncomfortable.
She couldn’t break eye contact. His gaze captivated her, and lying on his massive chest made her body too weak to move.
“Are you all right, Elizabeth?” He spoke to her.
She heard his words, but they seemed like whispers in an ocean breeze. “Huh?”
He brought his arm up to caress her face. “Did you get hurt?”
Not moving a muscle, her face still close to his, she enjoyed his tender touch. She replied while staring into his heavenly eyes, “No, I’m fine. And you?”
“I’m okay.” He smiled. “But my back gave out on me. Sorry.” Looking at her mouth, he brought his index finger to her lips and traced them delicately.
A surge of desire ignited and traveled to her stomach, and then to her pelvic area, making her panties damp. It felt so good. Urging her words to be spoken aloud, she took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry, James. This is all my fault. Me and my stupid ideas. Are you in pa—?”
He put his finger to her lips. “Shh. It’s okay. Now shut up, so I can kiss you.”
Eyes wide, she stopped talking. He lifted his head an inch, bringing his hot lips to hers. The instant they made contact, Elizabeth’s heart skipped a beat, as if her brain momentarily stopped telling it to function. His kiss made her swoon and she reciprocated his kiss by bringing her hands to each side of his face cupping his cheeks, and crushing her lips to his.
His tongue snaked into her mouth, claiming her by circling her tongue and licking her palate and teeth. He then took hold of her lower lip and sucked it. She lost her breath completely.
His mouth didn’t let go of its hold on her lips. He stretched his arms lower to grab her body. He straightened her hips, so her leg didn’t lean on his cock, which by now she knew was completely aroused. He spread her legs to either side of him, making her pelvis crush against his engorged penis. Her twat trembled with passion and her nub throbbed for more.
He pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist and took hold of her ass cheeks. He juggled them, making her clit tremble even more, then he slapped a cheek, making her moan in pleasure. Where did that come from? Her rational mind screamed for a second for her to pull away, stop acting like a trollop. This couldn’t go any further, or she’d get hurt, like she had been in the past.
Her scars from two painful, abusive relationships were forged forever into her soul and had taken her spirit away, leaving her closed and frightened of men. But then came James with his charming accent and a face and body of a model. He was witty, smart, and so damn irresistible. Without her realizing it, he got under her skin and broke all her barriers she had built up around her to protect herself.
She knew now while he kissed her and roughly caressed her butt, her willpower to resist had flown the coop and would never come back. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her fears of getting hurt be damned. Her body had suffered many years of deprivation. It was time to satisfy its urges and live dangerously, right here, right now.
She pulled his shirt out of his pants and snaked her fingers under it to touch his muscular chest. His body heat was intense. With every breath he took, her fingers moved higher to feel more of his massive chest and shoulders.
He growled, obviously enjoying her touch. He ended his wanton kiss and pushed her body up. Uttering no words, but gazing intensely into her eyes with an unfathomable hunger, he began unbuttoning her blouse. With each button he undid, a whiff of cool air danced over her skin, making goose pimples form along the way.
Once her blouse was completely opened, he peered at her chest. He brought his hand up to her snap at the front of her bra and opened it. Instantly, her breasts sprung out. Self-consciousness overwhelmed her then, and she brought her arm to cover her chest. Although her past boyfriends had never complained of her breasts, she worried James would find them less than flattering.
“No, Elizabeth, don’t.” He pushed her hand away. His eyes took in every inch of her chest and her taut nipples as she sat on him motionless. “You are beautiful.” Her cheeks heated with his compliments.
He brought his hand to her breast, first fondling her mound, then circling her nipple, until it tightened even more and perked. She closed her eyes, enjoying his ministrations. Her cunt swelled with her rising desire. Years of neglect made her climax come on her swiftly, but before it hit her completely, the lights came on in the elevator, and it began to move downward.
She jumped in shock. “Oh, my God!”
James looked up. “I guess the power is back on.”
She sprang to her feet, putting her bra on and buttoning her blouse. She had enough time to pull down her skirt when the doors opened. The building janitor stood there with a baffled look on his face.