Out and proud Andrea Slade carries around doubts soul deep, her family and job have taught her hard lessons about love. When she meets Eva Lange and starts working with the beautiful, curvy woman, she wants things to be different. Although, she settles for being her friend and boss. As time passes, Andrea finds it’s not an ideal situation, but she tricks herself into thinking that it’s for the best. That is until the sexy, femme fatale shows up in her office one day in a figure-hugging outfit with plans for seduction. Full-figured Eva is in touch with her body, embraces the curves, but part of her looks at successful and gorgeous Andrea and decides friends is better than a failed love affair with the somewhat jaded and commitment-phobic divorce attorney. That is, until she decides to take what she wants. Despite scars and insecurities, when all else fails, there’s love.
“Quit worrying about what the rest of them say. You hop back on the horse when you’re ready. I, for one, know there are quite a few ladies out there seeing you as quite a catch.” The thought of someone else touching her woman’s curves, taking her home, and loving her into breathlessness made a fist clamp around her heart. It was impossible. She had nothing to offer the sweet, loving woman who had forever shining in her green gaze.
All of a sudden, Eva wrapped her arms around her and squeezed tight. “You are here to protect me. My virtue is in great peril.”
Andrea laughed. “Dramatic much, Ms. Lange?”
“It’s true. Look at them out there, their gazes moving over me, God, I feel dirty at the lust shining on their hungry faces. What am I to do? How will I protect myself?” She peered into deep-emerald eyes and long, darkened lashes batted. “You must save me from their rapaciousness. I must not succumb to the debauchery they would force upon me.”
Andrea snorted. “Are you secretly writing cheesy Victorian romance novels in your spare time?”
Eva gave an offended gasp, which made Andrea almost spew beer from her nose. “They aren’t cheesy, they’re romantic.” The too-serious expression on her face and the tone of her voice caused Andrea’s jaw to drop. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before erupting into laughter.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Andrea asked.
“What about Artie?”
Arching a brow, she reached over to pinch the woman’s cute, rounded chin, angling the other woman’s gaze to the spectacle on the other side of the crowded room. “I think she’s covered.”
She shot Eva a smirk when the woman shook her head on seeing Smarties standing between two studs.
“She’s incredible.” Eva nodded at the statement. Artie was one of the least discriminating women she’d ever met. She recognized a lot of herself in the younger woman.
“Yes, she is. How about some dinner?” Andrea asked. Changing the subject seemed the best course of action. She guessed with age came wisdom, but it might be a lesson learned too late.
“Dinner sounds great. The idea of going out seems more appealing than reality. Besides, I’ll give my love-deprived sister my share of the lovely ladies.”
“That’s incredibly generous of you.” Sliding from the semicircle bench seat, she straightened and held her hand out. Once again, the soft look from under the thick fringe of lashes and her smile caused a tug in the pit of her stomach She laced their fingers together and led Eva toward the front exit.